Number One stood on the bench with me and reached up to unhook me from the roof. It was one of the bearded guys, around forty years old, taller and he...vier than me and he smelt like a man. He reached up and undid the carabiner from the ceiling and it felt good to have my arms below my head again. He hadn't unhooked the carabiner from the speedos on both of my wrists, so I was still kind of handcuffed. Standing on the bench I wobbled a little because my legs were still tied in. Number One asked. I felt too inadequate to meet with people. Yeah, I know. Get over it. Move on. A man’s a man for all of that. Well, it just is not that easy. It will take years of counseling for me to find an answer to this. And the health insurance only pays half of the fees. The fees run $150 an hour and up here. I would have to pay a least $300 a month for an hour a week or $3600 a year. I just do not have that kind of money. And if I did I desperately need a better car. My 10 year old minivan is falling. ’ Barbie stared at the yard in front of her for a few moments before turning to Emily-Jane. ‘No, sister, I’m the one who’s sorry. I haven’t been very nice lately and you were right to call me on it. I’ve just been so stressed with everything that I haven’t thought about the way I’ve been treating people. However, once you said that I’d been a bitch to everyone, I took a second and noticed that I have been. Thanks for not pulling any punches, by the way.’ ‘Oh, you are more than welcome. I aim to. In one hard pull, his pants and underwear were at his ankles still button and zipped. Frankie stepped out of them, his hard nine inch cock slapping his abs as Lance moaned “Ugh,” and dropped the belt from his mouth as his tongue snaked out to lick his lips. “Ooh, Frankie you are heavenly, please Baby let me taste your beautiful cock,” Lance begged as he ran his hands up and down Frankie’s smooth perfect pair of legs. “Wait!” Frankie yelled. “Not until I see all of you Lance,” he said on shaking.