? He clipped a chain to the collar with a caribiner then pulled one of my wrists up and between my shoulder blades and clipped it in place. I wiggled ...y fingers and even couldn't touch the clip, much less free myself. I guessed that was the point. ?It's a training tool – one I think your animal will need... a lot!?I scowled. He clipped my free wrist next to the other. It was uncomfortable. I started to whine – the pain was intense. I started to scream. The two men saw my face and my eyes as I. "Oh!" She tittered. "'Heavenly come.' I bet that's shorthand for cum. You know ... orgasm." Orgasm?" Yup." Her eyes twinkling, Mrs. Claus handed the list back to Santa. "That naughty Sandra." Yeah, but how are we gonna do that? Orgasm's not a toy. It's not a thing. Is it? Especially not heavenly orgasm." My word, I don't know," Mrs. Claus confessed. "Orgasm is a thing of the spirit and a thing of the flesh. A heavenly orgasm—I think that leans towards the spiritual side, don't you? I think we. I set it down on the coffee table, and turned to tell you what a great job it was. But as I twisted my head around, our faces were so close that I just could not help but kiss you. It was then you knew that I would be willing. Before I could say that I was sorry, and that I didn’t know how it could have happened, you were straddling my lap, pushing your body up against mine. The way you grasped my head and started to kiss me, your tongue parting my lips and forcing itself into my mouth. You. The lay-by had almost emptied apart from 4 lorries and a couple of cars, a guy in one of the cars came over, he heard what my wife had done and invited us to his place the following Saturday night and explained there will be 3 or 4 other men no more, adding there will be plenty to eat and drink guarantying Trudy would enjoy herself, he gave me his number telling me to phone in the week then went back to his car and drove off. Out of nowhere a bloke appeared at Trudy’s window saying he was a.