Oh, Hi, she said. I just got out of the shower. I turned and walked back to the door, and saw she was wearing shorts, and holding a shirt closed ov...r her breasts. (Was she bathing, or Jilling off? I wondered.)She opened the door for me and stepped back for me to enter. I hugged her as usual. She apologised that she was barely dressed, and apologised about her scar from heart surgery. It was a pink, stitched line up her sternum.I smiled. I told her: I don't mind the scar, because. He was lucky to have been born with an intuitive spatial sense, and he'd been able to follow a decent online tutorial showing how to construct the shinju and box harness that so many good bondage sites seemed to use. She knew what this was, of course, as she'd seen it on many Japanese bondage models, but the first time that she found herself tightly restrained with wrists just above the small of her back, upper arms trapped at her sides, and breasts slightly squeezed by the top and bottom ropes. She brought it over and asked for my room number to charge it to my room. Or that is what I thought. She asked if I would like some company later as she couldn’t get a lift home that night. I smiled and gave her the green light. I went to my room, quickly washed and placed my dick back in the penis pump to make sure he was maximum size for fun. After about forty five minutes, I heard a gentle knock on the door. I quickly (but not easily) slid my engorged cock out and pulled on my boxers. I. Conners tried hard not to smile, but I think she liked my sense of humor. "Tony, elaborate."I leaned back in my chair, interlacing my fingers behind my head and stretching my legs out in front of me. "Two examples and I think my point is made. The Daily Planet has two spaces left for stories, one on the front page and one on page thirty. Two stories come in. One is an earthquake in Samoa. The other is a charity drive in Chicago. Perry White puts the earthquake on the front page 'cause he's.