. again and again, mimicking the motion of the suspended metal balls of a Newton’s cradle. I smiled thinking he was lucky that his jewels were hitti...g my soft hand instead of slamming into another pair of metal balls his size.“Before we go meet the Mrs., let’s do a little practice with this leash,” I suggested, and began winding the long leather strip around and around my right hand, like a boxer taping his fist for the big match, until my hand was a mere six inches away from his cuffed sack.. “We’re cooking chicken. Would you like some?”“Of course I would. Now let me out of here,” Faith demanded.“We will. The price is the rest of your clothes,” said Cinny.“Not a chance,” retorted an angry Faith. “But when I do get out, you two will have a lot to pay for.”“Suit yourself,” said Linny. Then, the two girls turned and left the barn again, turning off the lights as they went.Faith continued the examination of her stall. There must be some way of getting out. But, try as she might, she. Then he launched himself up and let me go. We did this for a while. Reaching out as I came up to him, he pulled me in front of him. Out of habit, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He gave me a hug and said I'm glad you're having fun. Letting his neck go, I laid back and floated. I felt his hands on my butt. As we moved around, it seemed like the water was moving his arms. He'd move my butt cheeks out a little then back again. Once it felt like his hand slipped and one of his fingers poked me. He approached and leaned against the railing beside her, making the old wood groan against his weight. "'ow much?" He asked bluntly, voice thick with a Gilnean accent. Irea hesitated a moment, not sure what to answer. Without waiting for her reply the man lifted a pouch of coins from his belt and set it on the railing. "Tug yer' pants down an' lemme 'ave a go. Y' can keep the lot."Now Irea was no stranger to this kind of arrangement. It wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last time that a.