.. I" I realize I'm alone, where is my body. Mybody, her mind, "where are you?!" ... silence without closure, I mustbe.. in.. here, I look at her body... and she must be some where in here.I feel tears on her face, I need her more than I've ever needed her, Ineed a shoulder to cry on, "she'll be back right?! You'll be backright?!" I look myself over and feel so soft in every way one can. Igrab blankets and cover myself, I pass out so emotionally exhausted Ididn't want to be awake, no dreams.I. She had one hand on the yoke in front of her, a radio headset on her head, and smiled up at the camera; her other hand also hefted one breast towards the camera so that the areola and tit were more obvious.Mike moaned.Brad paused and came back to where Mike had stopped, “What’s wrong?”Mike passed him the phone with the picture on display. Brad studied the photo and observed, “At least there’s no indication that her pussy has been used ... so far.” He then laughed at his taunt. He said, “Hey,. He wanted to strip me then use hisfingers to give me a ?squishie?. He complained that everyone but him had usedtheir hands to bring me to orgasm in the past. After changing into a button blouse, loose fitting shorts, and stretchypanties, I talked him through tying me to a chair with ropes attaching my wristsand thighs to the armrests and my ankles to the front chair legs. The ties werefirm but easily escapable and, when he became engrossed in stripping me, Iwiggled a hand free. Boomer began to. "In the gorgeous department, we're a pair."Laura giggled and relaxed a little. They went back to the party, stopping at the bar for drinks, and were soon both surrounded by men. Finally, Angelique whispered to her, "Either we each choose one, or we get out of here together, so they think we're dating." I'm with you," Laura smiled.They went back to Angelique's hotel room."Want a vodka?" she asked Laura. "I always carry a bottle, but I don't have anything else. Just for a nightcap. Helps me.