I attach a small weight which pulls on your cock and balls. I whisper into your ear, "You are mine." Then I take your cock into my hand and I whisper,... "This is mine." I know how you like it when I say that, your breath quickens again. I walk around to your chest and put nipple clamps on you, attaching a weight to them also. You moan, I know how you like this. I pull on both chains. You try to move towards me, but you can’t. I pull a little harder, watching the pain and pleasure on your face. I. "I'll bet his balls are pretty good size too?" Carol asked. "Especially when full?" Lori answered. "They're as big as two Florida oranges and he has enough cum inside them to fill a glass.” "That I'd like to see for myself?" Carol replied. “How about it Ed?” "Ok ladies. Enough of this. Let Janice finish her story!" Don spoke up. "Go ahead Janice tell us what happened." “By the time we arrived at Randy and. Luke grabbed the man’s wrist with his right hand and took his left elbow and drove it into the man’s face knocking him out. Luke then looked over at the captive to see that the man had just realized that he had completely failed for the fear was evident. Marion ordered that he be taken and hung in the dungeon until dead and that his body given to Alice so that she could teach a new group of students, proper surgical techniques. Luke meanwhile had searched the turncoat guard and had found the. Unfortunately, his gun belt was slung across the back of his chair. It was a mistake that Hardison would never have made himself. It was the kind of mistake that could lead to an early final visit to Boothill."You got business here, stranger?" Morning, Sheriff, my name is T.S. Hardison. U.S. Marshall Hardison. I will be over at the hotel for a couple of weeks to take care of some business in these parts. I wanted to let you know who I was and where I was staying to prevent any.