Elaine then bound Gary in a kneeling position, completely immobile and helpless. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek saying "Oh, Candy, my pretty li...tle sissy, I just know my partner is going to just love you!" Just then, Gary heard the sound of a car door closing. "That must be my partner now, Candy. You just wait here while I go open the door". "Wait here, though Gary, what the hell else am I supposed to do tied up like this. Damn, this is too much, but I need the order and perhaps Elaine's. The man would scream in pain while she kept applying more and more pressure until his cum mixed with his blood. She would then dismount. "I guess you won't be r****g anymore women, you worm", she would yell at him. Then she would wrap her anaconda thighs around his midsection and starting at his waist and working her way up his chest, slowly and painfully break each of his ribs while the man would scream in pain. Next, she would strap him to an x-shaped device and pound his broken ribs with her. " Why don't we call it a draw and I'll take you to breakfast?" Okay." Where would you like to go?" That place we ate dinner was nice. How about there? The problem is I only have the clothes I wore last night." I have some shorts that I wore years ago and don't fit me anymore and I know you can fit into most of my shirts." What about shoes. You wear size eleven while I only wear a seven." Thirteen ... I wear size thirteen running shoes." Thirteen?" No wonder, she thought correlating the old. 'Tisn't true y'know, well, not all the time like you lot. It's just one of those things put about by people that are jealous of us bein' English. Stereotypin', that's what it is. If you say things loud enough and long enough then people'll believe it. Y'know the Froggies are always sayin' that they have a monopoly on culture. Huh, don't know when they translated Shakespeare from the French! And like Germans have square heads. 'Tisn't true, they're more bullet shaped. And Dutchmen wear clogs..