The sudden sharp pain stemming from his asshole quickly traveled up to his brain. Within a few short seconds, the pain went away, thus giving Shawn an...other idea he had never considered. He eased himself off of the bed and went back to his closet. Billys eyes watched Shawns every movement, and since he was still handcuffed to the bed posts, following Shawn with his eyes was all he could do. Shawn returned back to the bed, but this time he had a towel and a bottle of lubrication. Seeing these two. I’ll give you a stupid fucking kiss. I don’t know why you want one so bad anyway.” She huffed standing up. “Language.” I warned, trying not to laugh. I watched her walk over to come stand beside me expectantly. “Well?” She snapped. “Are you going to stand up?” “No.” I said enjoying her discomfort more than I should have been. She could have walked away and I wouldn’t have stopped or goaded her, but she would never be able to live peacefully knowing she’d. Each consisted of a flat metal disk, obviously intended to sit on the floor, with a narrow slightly curved metal strip emerging almost at right angles to the disk. At the floor end, a metal cup would capture the slave's toes, while the spikes lining the metal strip provided yet another reminder that the slave was there to suffer for the enjoyment of its Mistress. A cuff could be slid up or down the metal strip, then locked in place around the victim's ankle, ensuring the shoe could not be. " "Good fucking grief, Jordan," said Clyda. "Do you realize you've got every bit as much meat between your legs as Tiffany or myself, love?" Jordan stared back at the three amazons with unabashed pride and glee, as she fully realized what she had between her legs."You want me to do something with my nice, big, new hard-on, don't you, girls?" Jordan whispered. "Something nasty." Jordan's prick, now fully erect by this time, heaved with a powerful surge of energy as she cupped her hand over her.