Marthe had met me outside the Paradise Club. She was a dancer there. From the N train, through the heat, we had walked over to my apartment. Sweat had...run down our bodies in streams. But here it was cooler. Only grey light disturbed the darkness, wafting across the floor. As Marthe took my shirt, it sent her serene face into shadow. Her bell-shaped breast was warm now under my fingers. When I looked at her, her green eyes seemed mesmerized. She touched her long, auburn hair vacantly, then. Staring back at me was the perfect bimbo blonde sissy street slut. I couldn't help giggling. I shot myself the finger. I looked perfect. I was ready for what might come. Someone knocked on the door and told me to get my ass outside. I was escorted to the motel club by the five guys who had been in the room. I put on a show while walking. My bubble butt flipped up and down, up and down and my furry white purse swung against my hip as I strutted. The parking lot was still full of thugs from. Okay … I had actually been expecting something like this. Nothing quite to this degree … but something. I mean, assuming that the man actually existed, there had to be SOME reason that he would never show himself to anyone, and hiding a physical characteristic or disability was one of the reasons that I’d imagined. But while he had been in the process of turning toward us, and in the split-second that followed, Betty had made her way to him and snuggled into his arm. It was that split-second. She loosened the ties at Maple's ankles but kept them securely tied. She motioned for me to grab the cord I had just tied. As I did, I watched Red pull the cord and I followed her example. This pulled Maple's knees toward the side of the bed. With the ankles loosened, we easily pulled the cord up more toward the head of the bed, and to my amazement, I realized Maple's pussy was fully exposed and she was still fastened to the bed. I so badly wanted to be laying between her legs and fully.