He kept going until nearly reaching the point where the slave’s arms and legs could be pulled out of their sockets. Finally Gustav tightened the cha...in to the helmet ensuring that the slave could not move his head at all.It would be the following morning that the slave would experience the next step. Gustav loosened the helmet chain and released the slave’s head. The sweat rolled down the slave’s face as the helmet was so hot and the air so stifling. But there would be little relief. Gustav’s. In fact, they were quite large and sagged somewhat, but that just added to the attraction. They bounced around a lot since she refused to wear a bra. But I noticed men still watching her when we went to the mall or to the movies.I guess you could call Grandma an eccentric; she always knew what she wanted, and she always found a way to get what she wanted. And, at 60, she wanted a farewell party, on her own terms. She was quite healthy, more so than most people half her age. But, in her words,. She pushed me on the bed and asked me to hands up. I did. She took off her dress.For the first time I saw a nude lady in my life and my 8 inches cock was fighting to come out of my small underwear. She slept on me completely and kissed all over the body. She moaned while hugging me that“I saw your bear body, muscles, chest, thighs while you exercising with ur half trousers in the balcony. I caught the soft boobs and played with my mouth. She asked me to open the two legs for her. At once I did. " Henry looked and saw a rough looking man gazing through the low window. "I'm her father. Isabelle told me the whole story. I owe you a debt I can never repay." Henry nodded his head respectfuly. "It was my pleasure." "And your misfortune it seems." Her father said with a sharp grin. "Where were you bound?" "Paris." Henry replied. "As are we. I would be honored to take you with us. It's the least I can do. Will you join us my friend?" Henry glanced down at his badaged leg and said with a.