The shackles weren’t padded either! This device was made to cause pain to anyone who was shackled into it!“Now put both your ankles in the bottom ...hackles, and then I’ll put both your wrists in the top two shackles! And do it quickly, while your cunt is still fresh with your orgasm!” demanded Gabby.“Oh God yes!” thought Emma. “Do it you slut! Let her flog you while you’re still hot and bothered!”Gabby reached up and shackled Emma’s wrists into the cold steel. Some slack remained from her wrists. Then I noticed that my door was ajar and I know that I had locked it earlier. So I opened the door slowly to discover where Kay had disappeared to on my bed with the covers thrown to the side, by herself. And I realized that Kay knew where the spare key was hidden. My future wife's maid of honor was lying in my bed naked not a stitch on, with her left hand on her right tit massaging it and rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger pinching it and squirming in self pleasure. Her right hand. I'll leave you alone."As the woman walked away from my vehicle, my heart skipped a beat. She had the most beautiful, long black hair that reached a very nice ass. My cock had been frightened by the interruption but it stirred a bit as I got a better look at this gal.I pulled up my pants and decided to get some fresh air and take a piss. As I walked toward a public restroom, I passed by the woman and smiled. After relieving myself, I took in the sunshine for a moment before she again interrupted. Tom would ride into a small town and ask questions but got no information about Billings or his band. Oh everyone knew who he was talking about and said the Comancheros had passed through but none would offer any idea of what direction the gang took or how long it had been.It was in the border town of Nogales that a senorita, seven or eight years older than Tom, working in a cantina told him why people wouldn't talk about Billings. "He is a dangerous man Niño," Theresa told him. "All the people.