Then he leaves. I am left alone for the rest of the night. I even catch some sleep.Simon wakes me up, in the morning. It is well after sunrise. He unt...es me, and I go through the agony of stretching my tortured body. I hear Robert in the kitchen, but it is Simon who takes me to the bathroom. He fastens a long chain to my ankle, which he then attaches to a handcuff on the towel hanger. He removes my butt plug and watches over me as I pee. I cannot hold it, though I try. He watches me closely,. She began to move her hand up and down as he fingered her, so they were masturbating each other with precise rhythm and synchronicity. James couldn’t take much more of the torment and reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the rope he kept in case of emergencies. He tied her hands together until she was moaning from the mix of pain and pleasure. James proceeded to blindfold her with a nearby shirt and gag her with another shirt by tying it through her mouth and around her neck. Moriah. They just asked if we had enjoyed each other. I smiled back and saw that they were touching each other without being bashful. She was holding and squeezing his cock, jerking it slowly and he was having some of his fingers inside her pussy exploring it. I wasn’t going to mingle in, and they were not asking me. I needed all my strength for that afternoon anyway. So after about fifteen minutes I had enough heat and cleaned myself off, shaved and went back to my tent.After a short afternoon nap I. ”Where does life go? Jay died fifteen years ago when I was just thirteen years old. Every morning of my life I’d woken up listening to the Little Red Barn Show. And now as I’m getting ready to ‘retire’ as host of XX/XY, I still think of him.But let me tell you one thing I’ve learned—not that I’m old enough to pass on lessons to my elders, but to you my peers and viewers, let me say this: It’s better to drink deeply from your bucket than to let the drops fall on the thirsty sand and disappear.By.