She is behind the desk and I hear her unzip the gym bag. Seconds later I feel the chain with the sharpened links being wrapped around my ball sack an... I hear the snap of a lock. "Hay what's going on," I ask. "Just don't want you to change your mine," she replies, "and I am also going to tie your wrists to the legs of the desk." Taking out several ropes from the bag, she proceeds to temporarily make me and the desk one and the same. "I love you but I can't have you screwing this up for me.. All triggered by my 'little' hobby.All around, she was either stomping, slamming, kicking, or occasionallythrowing something. She'd pause only briefly during her rant, and godforbid I would try to answer... she'd cut me off... It was clear thatthis was not a two-way conversation...What in the hell do you think you are doing? I uh, let me expla...What kind of man are you? I'm still your ma... SHUT UP.Am I not good enough for you? Yes dear... Don't 'yes-dear' me buddy...Are you waiting for your. She blinked in disbelief. She taped M’s photo of W to the side of her computer screen, and her eyes switched from the computer-aged image of Walker, to the identical face in M’s photo of W, and back again. No doubt about it, Walker was W, and W was Walker. ‘Yee-ha!’ Jane shouted, obviously having seen one too many old Hollywood western movies on late-night television lately. Hearing her yell, and fearing his bride of two years had hurt herself, Brad came running from the kitchen, a half-. He looked past her tears and focused on her sexy petite body. His hunger grew inside as he tried to figure out his next move. "Sit up you lil bitch,I wanna see your tits." She sat up in the bed and removed her top. She wore no bra so they were free for his eyes to see. His lustful old eyes began to twinkle at the sight.He took his hand and rubbed his cock as he stared. Sara sat there feeling dirty inside but she did as she was told. Then he pushed her back on the bed and shimmied off her.