I knew who I was, where I was, what I had just done. I felt mentally sharp, other than the fact that I had absolutely no clue what I was supposed to d.... I mean white piece of paper blank, blank mental field, oh shit blank. I had to apologize to my client and tell them I had a condition that affects my memory and ask for their help to figure out what I was supposed to be doing for them. As I sometimes handle accounts that might be $10,000 dollars or so that’s not good. They could say you were. She considered Stephen to be a rare and wonderful catch. Not only was he very romantic but he was an incredible lover. His awareness of her wants and desires was uncanny, almost instinctive and they both adored sex greatly. Julie was truly convinced that that she could see no more happy days and that she would never feel as loved or desired as she did with Stephen. She lifted and held her arms up to steady her balance and closed her. “Michael.” Courtney whispered. Even saying his name seemed to cause her pain.“You sick son of a bitch.” Dylan charged, turning to face the shadow in the corner. “She was right to be terrified of you.” His voice hitched as he looked back at Courtney, who was crying harder as she stared at Dylan, looking as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest.Michael’s sinister laugh echoed in the room. He looked at Courtney, then back at Dylan. “This leaves us with an interesting situation.” His voice. Two of the women held his legs wide, while the third attached a leather ball harness tight around the base of his balls and secured it with a small pad lock."No. Let me go!" Timmy begged."If we let you go, you will have to leave. Is that what you want?" Mary asked.When the third woman finished her task, Mary jerked Timmy upright by the hair! A chain hanging from the shower nozzle was clipped to a metal ring attached to the ball harness which held him in place like a dog on a leash. His hands.