My husband went to grab some snacks and got back. He sat next to me.There weren’t any guys in the balcony and there were only a few people in the re...ular seats. I tried to grab his hand but he was a little angry and he removed my hand. After some time, one guy who looked 30-35 years old came to our row and sat next to me. My husband didn’t notice that.The film started. After some time, that guy placed his hand on the side of the seat where I kept my hand. His hands were now touching my hand. I. Lauren ran to the tool cabinet and took out a heavy, solid iron bar with a manacle at each end. She clamped them around Ruiz's ankles. Her feet were five feet apart now, an extreme stretch for a woman her size.Peter went to the pegboard on the wall and pressed a button. A winch above whined and an ass hook lowered itself from the ceiling to just about knee level. Peter pushed it roughly into Ruiz, then pressed the UP button. The cable tightened until all the slack was gone. He stopped. He. I say, ‘I didn’t know there was bondage.’Both my daddies come and reassure me. They say everything will be fine. They tell me that I will forget all about it when I taste cock. We get in line and are paraded around the saw horses. I stand behind my horse as I wait my turn to be strapped on. Here they are. The two have me lay down on it. The tie my ankles to the horse. They are snug but comfortable. One of them feels up my balls before they tie my wrists to the front legs. One of them runs his. When Sam grasped the sides of the tub and slid under to her neck, she looked like she was slipping into quicksilver. When she bobbed back up, liquid light cascaded off her dark flesh.The subtle light erased the age difference between the two women; Bobbi Jo's eyes gleamed like a young girl's. They settled at opposite sides of the square tub, but soon they were gliding closer together. Bobbi Jo's hand reached out, pulled Sam to her. Their faces hovered inches apart. Then, as slow as a gay rights.