Richard was a blubbering mess. His screams had lost their intensity simply because he didn't have the strength to scream that loud. He vowed that he would do anything to stay out of this cruel treatment. He was so far gone that he didn't even notice his daughter or the state of her clothing.<br/><br/>Conda bumped his toes against the poor man's pasty white legs as he walked around the hapless victim. When the girl kicked him in the back of the leg, he glared at her but shrugged when she ran up the stairs. He waited five more minutes before sighing and bending down. His experiences included worse things than handling this man's balls. It took him a few minutes to finally loose the string so his nuts weren't in danger of being choked off. Well, the man was as comfortable as he was going to get. Not saying anything else to the man on the floor, Conda went back up the stairs. The time spent below lowered his arousal significantly. He started playing cards again but after one round, he noticed something on the floor beside him. Bending down, he retrieved the shorts the girl had been wearing. With the drop in arousal, his self-preservation thinking kicked into high gear. The shorts made it to the top of the upper stairs by means of being wadded up and thrown up there. He assumed that was where the girl was at then figured he better make sure.<br/><br/>"Hey, are you up there, girl?" he called out as he resumed another round of cards. "I gotta make sure you are ok or Goose'll kill me. Just holler down so I know you're a'ight."