Was I supposed to go commando, or pick out my own. Well, he'd never know ... so I went commando.When I went downstairs, he was there, all suited up an...d looking very much the US Attorney. "Better?" he asked. And on the counter, there was a sports bottle full of Gatorade and an aspirin bottle.He gave me a hug and said, "I'm glad. GLAD! Now we'll talk about it later, OK? I'll be home about 7 tonite. Can you be here too?"I didn't understand at all, but there were tears in my eyes. I just nodded.At. He quickly folded the 2 hinged cuffs over my wrists and placed a padlock through each hole that had met by the cuffs securing my wrists. The same procedure happened with my ankles. Then a leather strap was run through the hollow bar and each end came to meet around my waist area. The strap was tightly buckled into place and I was told in no uncertain terms that I would be in the stockade for a considerable time and to now put my neck into the last semi-circular steel cuff. Suddenly I hesitated. The feelings were nearly unbearable as my cock glided slowly inside her tight teenage pussy until finally she was sitting there with my shaft buried deep inside her.I could feel her pussy muscles gripping and clenching my shaft as she became accustomed to the size of my cock inside her. Her eyes were closed, her to one side as she was breathing heavily as she just sat there on my thick shaft. She shifted her hips slightly from side to side as I enjoyed the heat and tightness of her young. Bear with me. Found it.” Squinting, Sandra saw Marshall open a kit, about the size of a paperback book, and extract the tiniest screwdriver she’d ever seen. He popped the lens in, held the frames shut, and with a few deft turns tightened the screw. “Try,” he said, handing the glasses to Jessica. She put them on. The store and Marshall snapped into focus. “They fit perfectly! Thanks so much. Wow, you had just the right tool. Are you an optician or something?” asked Sandra. Marshall looked.