Each one was beautiful, with sparkling eyes, firm breasts and clean soft bodies. The one on the left was a blonde, she had a collar with a chain, and ...er forearms were in cuffs laced together behind her back. Her bustier had cut outs over her nipples. Each nipple was squeezed under a clamp and a chain connected the two. A tail hung from the butt plug in her ass. I could see a control in her hand with a wire running into her cunt, where an egg buzzed happily. I’m sure, she could not see me, her. I stood there seething, becoming more and more enraged. No more so thanwhen Marsha's questions made it clear that while your gambling had putin in the hole, your womanizing lifestyle had made the hole a lot deeperand started kicking the dirt in.It took me a few minutes to get myself somewhat under control. Still, Idemanded you be fully brought around so I could have it out with you.But they'd already adjusted your drip to put you back under.But, when Marsha explained just what she had in mind. Steetch got busy making a self-bow, that is, one which was powered by the wielder, not by cams as in a compound bow, nor triggered by a mechanism like a crossbow. Hardcase provided the wood for three bows, numerous arrows, and stout staffs for those who could use them. Freaky was busy searching for valuta, such as gold, silver, or gems, while Axorie and Hardcase did their best to fletch arrows with feathers provided by Mr Bigfoot, and they carefuly didn't trouble him about the source.They used. As I held her I asked Ben to help me and he jumped aboard and took the ski rope that was on the floor and tied Cherry's hands together in front of her. I had Cherry kneel on the carpeted floor and put her arms up onto the stern and then tied the rope to the ski pole. Ben and I then sat on the sides of the boat admiring our work with Cherry securely tied comfortably in place. It had been a bit of fun and unbeknownst to Ben it was all part of the plan. I began playing the jail keeper role now.