Cynthia then laced up the mitt enclosing Julia's hands in the tight leather. She repeated the process with the other hand. She reached in to the box a...nd pulled out a chain that had three ends. The chain was made of the same type of metal and was as thick as a dog's chocker chain for a large dog. At the end of each link of the chain was an alligator clamp. Cynthia reached under Julia and pinched her nipples until they were sticking out like hard pencil erasers. When they were hard, she attached. She wondered where James was and more importantly, she wondered what she should do. It really would help to have him here to help get the place ready to sell – if she could. She hated the thought of moving away from this place. It had been home, refuge and sanctuary. After her mother had died and no one could find her father, her Grandfather had been a last, and some said poor, resort. At first he had been at a loss as to what to do with her. She had been so sad, crying for her mother, unable. ‘Thanks anyway, I’d rather buy my own drink.’ The bartender took her money and went to get her change, speaking quietly as he passed the man. ‘Better luck next time, Tinker.’ Tinker picked up his beer, nodded to the woman, and offered her a brief salute with his raised bottle and then took a long swallow of his drink. She lifted her glass to give him the same salute before taking her first sip of the diluted Tennessee Whiskey. The original proprietor of the distillery would have been proud of. “You know you want two cocks in you.”“Yes,” I grinned and licked the line of jizz of Xera's tit.I cleaned up all the cum I could, gathering the salty delight as Chaun devoured my asshole. My pussy felt so empty without his cock in it. Or any cock. Juices dripped out as I kissed higher up Xera's body, his hands squeezing my butt-cheeks hard.And then I reached her mouth, kissing her hard. My lips stained with both her pussy juices and cum. She moaned, ears twitching as I ground my cunt on her.