Bending upon new tiled floor from a changing area, one hand pushed against my personal sex “Yeah, many thanks!” I work. I am left to errantly research the bedroom. Prints out of great rings way over the age of the two of us. A set of handcuffs available. An empty vase. We frowned, choosing them with two hands. The second cuff dangles, perhaps not rocking- discover a surprising firmness into hooking up center. Always I…