”“Can you identify any of the killers?”“No, I could only see hands, arms and feet from where I was hiding, and their voices were muffled.”In...a mock attempt at sadness, the man said, “I’m sorry for your situation, Bea, but you know that Beau’s note is due tomorrow. Will you now agree to be my wife, or will you become my indentured servant?”“Neither,” answered a defiant Bea, “I have the money to pay off Beau’s note.”“Now, where did you come up with thirty Pounds?”Bea pointed to the watching. I thought he was scared. So I overheard a conversation among friends of mine about how these fags would blow each other through holes in the mens bathroom at the Eastfield mall.So kind of horny and hungry for some cock trading I went off to the mall to check it out. I waltzed into the bathroom which was located at JC Penny at the time and started looking around a bit just to check things out. I went into a stall and there were all these numbers and drawings of cocks and asses getting fucked.. He wouldn't be moving his arms very far.Tina had seen some cock and ball torture stuff on the web, and she'd even spent some time asking Gary about it. Not because he'd actually performed any, but because he did occasionally make devices for that use. She'd been fascinated by ball stretching, and she was pretty sure that Greg wouldn't be able to cum with his balls wrapped with coil after coil of leather thong. The tightening of the skin on his cock head helped make him more sensitive, which was. Jean Summers lay on her bed for several minutes enjoying the afterglow of her self-induced orgasm before something on her bed's end-table caught her eye.As the orgasm induced fog cleared Jean recognized it as a photo. No, not just any photo. It was her wedding photo. In it she seemed so happy, more happy than she was right now. She was beautiful there too, in her wedding gown embraced by her husband Scott with her hands around his. So happy.She looked at her gloved left hand, and felt the band.