How long I hung there on my own I have no idea, a moment is an hour and an hour a moment when you can`t move and can only see a white tiled wall and t...he two chains as they run to rings in that wall from your secure wrists. My poor brain flitted through a 1,001 thoughts, would I ever see the sun again? Was I destined to remain secured for the rest of my existence? No one that knew me knew where I was! Where they white slavers? Who were Kurt and Andy? Would I ever see them again? Would they. My FBs say I am built like a fireplug. Anyway, I took off all of his chrome, and asked for a simple bar vest in black neoprene or leather. The vest, with a matching armband, his perfect body, and beautiful butt in those jeans was all he needed. I pulled him in and looked him in the eyes and said relax. You look HOT, and everyone in the store and outside is watching your sexy self. So put on a show! He sheepishly turned and saw 5 or 6 guys in the shop and 8 or so right outside who were. Again, I used the hair dryer to dry them more quickly. I dressed (shaking with excitement), and laid the nails out in the correct order. I used the super-glue to apply a dot of glue to each nail, and pressed it to my own fingernail, and held it there securely for whatever length of time was suggested, perhaps a minute or two. My cum-clitty was getting so HARD in my panties as I was doing this! I had never had nails 2 full inches long before! The only nails I had before were the Lee “Press-On”. That just didn’t happen for them. Maybe that fact coupled with warmer weather made their whole world right. I certainly didn’t understand all the nuts and bolts of their existence because my expertise ended with a good knowledge of how to make love with them. But warmer weather made it seem less important for me to know the deep secrets about them. I just accepted the way they were and they me, although I sensed they always knew every detail about me already. Of course they did. They had.