The ballet shoes hurt badly but I bite my teeth and tried to keep my balance. The van had no windows and only a small light lid the loading area. They...cuffed my wrists and tied my arms to the ceiling and applied a chain between my feet so I could not make big steps. They blindfolded me and felt how a piece of cloth was forced deep in my mouth which was taped tightly around my head. I heard someone bang against the inner wall of the van that separated the loading area and the driver, indicating. The people seem to know us and we seem to attract new friends, male and female. One night she had gotten really shitfaced drunk and was having a great time.. Let me say that when she dances she can make a guy want to fuck her. Her hips slide and move so well to the music that you’d think she is fucking when she dances. Slow dancing always gives me a hard on and it is visible when the music stops. One night she had danced with me as well as a couple guys who asked, they all were aroused when the. My wrists and ankles tied tight I couldn’t fight her off. The gag in my mouth I couldn’t talk. Her cock just slammed harder. Her thick cock jackhammering my little hole. My ass numb from the constant fucking, the lube now gone and the dry ass fucking continued. Finally she got off of me but it was far from over. She rolled me onto my back. I looked up with tears in my eyes. Her long dark hair, her strong jaw, blue eyes and big glossy black lips to match her dark makeup. She stood there. " Heshrugged. "I can't remember."I sighed. "Fine." I stood up from the table. "Sorry, Cindy, I've gottaswing."Tim looked nervous. "Um... swing? What'cha talkin' about, Charlie?"Cindy giggled again. "I've known longer than you, Mr. Boyfriend, don'tworry about it. Besides, swing could mean anything, doesn't necessarilymean swinging from a web."He blushed. "Oh. I didn't, um... I didn't know."I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Tim, let's get going."***Timmy and I exited the elevator just as Ms. Adamsen was.