Howon warm days the rubber lining would become moist with perspiration from herwrists. How she would only be able to move her hands as far as her hip ...n eachside. How the linkage joining the cuffs was totally resistant to her struggles,and how it was far too short to allow her to slide her hands down past herbackside and so bring them to the front of her body. How she could never clotheherself or in any way cover her nakedness. How she could not feed herself,or brush her hair, or teeth. How. I glanced at Anton, the hand at my breast, then Emilio. I smiled at him and nodded. He glanced at Anton, then placed his other hand on my other breast, both now kneading and fondling my firm, young breasts. I took his face in my hands and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips. I moved one of my hands to cover his hand on my breast to encourage his touch and wrapped my other arm around his neck for a more passionate kissing. I sighed into his mouth and he gasped into mine. His other hand. He uses the bathroom and that's when she says, "He wants to eat my pussy!" OK. Where did this come from?Then she tell me about what I said in the car the nite before. "Did you say I'd give them Head? We'll yeah, but it was directed at someone else. "So now what am I suppose to do?" "Do you want to do him?" she says "I've never been with a Black Man". That when it hit me, "Let her". I like being with Black Women. Sure. I'll watch.He comes back, I mention the pussy eating and if you want her, she. Most people know the name Davy Crockett, but not that many have ever heard of Jim Bridger.“And wasn’t one of the original signers of the Declaration of Independence a Thomas Lynch, Jr., from South Carolina?” she added.Now I was way beyond surprised. No one had ever asked that question before.“Yes,” I agreed, “we are direct descendants of Thomas Lynch, Jr.”“My degree is in American history,” Millie explained.We both took a sip of beer.“What ... what did you want to talk about, Millie?” I finally.