I could feel myself getting wet. We had added a waist and chest strap to our table for extra restraint so I fastened these next. The last step was to ...ake some handcuffs and secure my wrists to the bar at the top of the headrest. I got one wrist in and managed to manoeuvre my other wrist with minimal issues into the other cuff.CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.That was it, I was fastened in and couldn’t move till I was released.Our basement has no clocks, no windows and I hadn’t brought anything with me to. “Oh yes John and he knows it, I more or less surpassed him in power and subtlety way back in the 1700’s and it’s only his influence in the Council and the fact that I’m not interested in power per-se that’s kept him here spinning his webs of influence,” Morgana replied thoughtfully.“He must be good at his job surely?” I enquired.“So long as he stuck to his job yes, the last two centuries though he’s been trying to increase his influence over the Council as a whole however, something he’s not. .my proud bayonet was battered and sore - irritated beyond words - for days afterwards. Simply bathing it was excruciating. Not to mention the strained, burning groin muscles. Anyone who's ever watched Tim Conway do his "little old man" walk has a pretty clear picture of how hilarious I looked trying to motor about for those painful few days.That amusing picture having been unbiddenly thrust upon your recoiling brains, you'd think that a much older and wiser Thomas Michael would have the wisdom. I could hear Armand and Sassy breathing heavily. My thoughts were WOW we’re going to have sex rite next to each other (Awesome Thought.) I looked over and Sassy was lying there with just her silky blue bikini panties on, Armand had his hand in her pants finger fucking her. Keep in mind we were all pretty drunk, but Armand and Sasha drank the most and were pretty wasted, Sasha was down to just her pink bikini panties, I had taken off all my clothes and was lying there completely naked I was.