" That would freeze her.Again with menace, "Lift your arms." She complied, though she nearly fainted.I quickly tucked the knife in my belt and grabbed...the rope, twirling it around one wrist then the other. A quick knot and she was suspended from above. I took a moment to look at my catch, a little rat in a trap. She was a beautiful little rat, her tight ass in those jeans, the sweater bulging from her tits, her long legs ... And I knew I wasn't going to just rob her of her money. No, I was. It’s the weight of the turret that keeps it from falling off. The turret gears are on the floor of the tank and not on the turret edge. I was planning on a heavy steel disk fitting on the turret hole. I wanted the skyhook bolted to the steel plate and the plate geared to the hull.Fuck! Not going to work. But ... the French/German Recovery vehicle ... it won’t reach out over the creek and still have the tracks far away enough from the water to support the vehicle.The arm and base were bolted to. And Emma, I left you a couple of little presents in your room. Enjoy!” she said as she put the car into gear and drove away.“Mmmmm, it’s just you and me Uncle Jeff,” Emma said as she sidled up beside me as we stood in the driveway and slid her hand down along the length of my cock as it lay along the inside of my thigh. “And this is what I want in my mouth for the rest of the night.” Oh fuck! Within seconds I could feel my cock starting to swell and extend. “What would you like me to wear. I was now fighting as hard as I could to get some leverage so I couldtake the pain out of my balls, but with my ankles shackles to my thighs,it was impossible. I was crying a river again. I never knew anything could hurt so much.Mistress Cissy couldn't leave well enough alone, so she got out a ridingcrop and started to lay it across my swollen prick. As I tried to squirmjust a bit, the bricks began to rock back and forth, which only servedto increase the agony. Finally, the bricks had stretched.