She once again dance glided around for a minute and then pulled same weights from her bag and as she glided she would stop and put a weight onto the c...amps. Her lips stretched at the weights and as she put the last weights on the music lowered to reveal the sound of the weights clanking against each other to the rhythm of the music at which the audience clapped and cheered until the music ended. She bowed and sat in a chair removing her devices. Once again the announcer came over the sound. I opened the door and there Carl was with a hardon pointing in his pants. He said "what am I going to do with this now"? I said "I thought we took care of that" and then we both laughed. He came back in and sat down. He kinda wanted to talk about what had happened. I told him about all my desires growing up and he admitted to some of the same. He asked me about my gay porn collection. I told him that when my wife admitted to liking lesbian videos, I shared with her I liked gay ones. So. I spent my advertising budget on Reds' games, but unfortunately, that season they stunk worse than the aforementioned chili. After a month of living on Vienna sausages and stale crackers (there is no way they eat this crap in Austria!), my luck began to change.While I pondered weak and weary, sitting behind my cheap desk, looking at a Kroger ad, pricing Tuna Helper, although I can't afford tuna, suddenly I heard a tapping, of someone rapping, gently rapping at my chamber door. Cursing. It swung slowly open. Inside, sat on the floor, chained by her neck to the wall and recognisable by her long dark hair in spite of her veil, was Cora Argyll. The growling grunt that she gave as the door swung back told me that she was still gagged behind her veil. Her wrists and ankles were shackled but the veil, the gag and the chains were all that she wore. The only other thing in the small room was a small bucket."I thought you might like to see my newest acquisition," the Minister said. "In.