Holding it between thumb and forefinger I bent it flat, watching a few forgotten drops of wine fall to the Tavern floor."Okay... it's yours all right....But I am adding five coins for the cup!" He picked up the cup and briefly tried to straighten it, with no luck. He tossed the cup behind the counter and went into the backroom.Returning with an old crate, he set it heavily down behind the bar."Here's your axe." He carefully laid an old axe on the soft wood of the bar. It was crafted with the. The basement was divided by a wooden partition into two halves, each a separate dungeon. From our half we could not see the woman restrained in the other half. The equipment was similar to what I had seen in bondage photos; an overhead winched cable, a wooden pillory device, along with various bondage implements such as floggers and cuffs.Dennis was made to kneel on a pillow, with his legs put into the holes of the wooden stock to his rear. His wrists, cuffed in the rear, were connected to the. Neither of us want to stop those things. My Stoney wants to engineer. I want music. We want to be together. I don't know where HIS love of sail comes to him, but I suppose that somewhere in my Nordic-Hibernian gene blend there's something that makes me want to be on the water, too, so we've talked about that.In the meantime, I'm enjoying life. Being Mrs. Randall 'Stoney' Jackson suits me well. I've accompanied him to company functions and to trade shows. Met Nikki Granger and Dan 2.0, her. I sat in the hallway in disbelief with a huge knot in my stomach.I felt anger and jealousy at the same moment.My cock was hard as rock with a huge load of precum coming out the tip.Walt would kiss her while she would try to moan. She would let out small moans and squeals inside his mouth as he slipped his long tongue into her mouth.Her hands were wrapped around his thick neck and bald head. His huge dark hairy body would rise up and fall quickly with each thrust, slamming against her petite.