I asked him how he kept Grams satisfied. He showed me some of their stuff – the medieval torture devices he uses on her. And he explained about the ...nfluence of Béla's DNA."Anyway," he sighed, "Gramps gave me that, um, device. He said that someday I'd need it for you. I guess this is that day."Tabatha grinned and carefully set the spiked ring down on the shelf where she'd found it. She began undressing, then stopped."You want to undress me?" she asked coyly. "I know how you like to." She shoved. The knot landed right in the front. When I pulled it tight it would nicely cut off her breathing. I held both ends off to the side in one hand and reached down to guide my erection into her with the other. All I needed to do was to twist the torn fabric to completely cut off her air. I started to fuck her hard like I like. "So Joyce c'mon fuck me back." She lay there petrified beneath me - like a shaking leaf - too afraid to move. But a few face slaps and more twisting of the material soon. I have then in my dresser drawer and I will use them on you if you are not going to behave yourself.” I said again.“No please don’t do this to me, you’ll be sorry.” Mom said crying and still trying to get away.I took out the 4 pair of cuffs and cuffed her to my bed spread eagled. She couldn’t move an inch now. It was a site to remember. Her tits fell to the sides and her legs were wide apart and her pussy was spread out waiting to be taken. I got on the bed. When I asked her if they were largerthan me she just giggled and said most men were far larger than me buttried to reassure me by saying that, although I wasn't very well endowed,most men with big cocks were arrogant assholes and only cared about sex,not about forming a long-term relationship.I was kind of taken aback but the best I could think was to ask her to beat least honest with me about things. She promised she would and shelived up to her word. After I finally got back to my digs in.