Meanwhile, Devon looks to the ceiling assessing the beams and the many industrial hooks, at one time used for hanging gadgets and machinery of unknown use.
“I like to have gravity assist in inseminating a girl. But she’ll be heavy Haig, with all the iron. Need you to help.”
How can I refuse?
“Ankle rings should do it, but not take all her weight. Must be two hundred pounds with your neck restraint,” spoken as Devon hooks a finger through the nose ring and cruelly tugs, guiding Sandy, foot restraints scraping loudly on the thick wood of the flooring.
Nearby Devon finds an appropriate pair of hooks. Sandy’s short excursion ends.
“Why not pull up a chair, rest her head in your lap. Take off the weight of the neck collar.”
I comply as Devon retrieves rope from my toy collection. The ran
