Something metallic: winding silver runnels trailing down toward something sunken into the central stage area.My escort prodded me, slapping me on my b...ottom. “Stop staring and move. This way.” I was guided to my own stall. I caught the eyes of several other men - though, like me, most were barely out of boyhood - and each seemed as puzzled and scared as I was.A scant moment after I was pushed into my stall, the guard roughly placed my wrists and ankles in the manacles attached to the stall’s. Two perfectly cooked eggs covered with a salsa were centered on the plate, surrounded by thin strips of well buttered toast. Linda lifted the cover off the third plate, which contained several different breakfast meats. I was hungrier than I realized and wolfed down the eggs and toast, then had a couple of strips of bacon and some sausage as well.The plates were removed and more coffee was poured. Finally, we got up and headed in separate directions to prepare for the day. We headed to the. A dab hand in a tight spot no matter what.Someone, almost certainly from No-Name, had painted a black “FUCK YOU” on the white siding of Holy Redemption. On the front wall, facing Market Street. Sometime before the sun came up on Sunday morning. He got the ‘F’ backwards, but it wasn’t hard to work out the sentiment.These days, Reverend Venerable usually had a full house on Sunday morning. The new church was too solid to shake, but you could feel the Hallelujah vibrations when you walked past.I. I slumped, barely trusting my arms to hold me as my head hung between my shoulders, catching my breath. When I finally looked up again, Davy was laying quietly on the bed, watching me. I eased out of him, used the wipes I’d put nearby to clean off, then unhinged my cock and zipped my pants again. Then, I sat on the edge of the bed, and let a slow breath escape me. This was completely uncharted territory for me, for any wife, really. I felt the bed shift, and then Davy wrapped his strong arms.