Both bales sat on the edge of the loft door with about half of the bale hanging over the edge. Everything would be OK once Uncle Jack got home. xxx video I guess that wasn’t until my senior year of high school. I would have to try again using one of the scenarios from Uncle Jack’s book. Basically they were plastic pipes filled with ice which held a short length of chain until the ice melted. The beams teetered and tottered, but they didn’t fall. In any case, the entire thin stack of bales fell in a pile in the barnyard burying the two bales I had used for weights. Being spanked hurt. I was tempted to begin like so many of these stories begin by saying, “I first tired self-bondage when I was …” or
