To be continued? (to be continued?) Sure! WHY NOT!!!!! But first... A recap from Part One! ...Paula Eagen? Not her... "Good Afternoon Eric. Are you prepared for your defeat?" "Do your worst Vixen. You know whenever we have come to hand to hand combat I have always been the victor." "Oh I don't plan to fight you Eric. I plan to be you." With that she raised a small devise in the palm of her hand and pressed its button. Eric felt a wave of disorientation. If only they knew half the truth. How this noise and chaos gets dealt with. How your muscles squeeze around my fingers when my palm delivers the searing, stinging relief you need, almost as much as the orgasm you know will follow. The rope grips your wrists. You pull against it. Not to test it, but to feel the pressure increase around the soles of your feet, and ankles, to which your wrists are bound. The bar, spreading you wide, flexes slightly as your roll your shoulders forward. This is. He had his new cousin with him as his mum had just re married. There was a little walk way leading to it you could walk past and not realise it. We crawled in between the bushes which hid it and got in there we'd placed loads of hay around it so it was comfortable. We was just laying there when my mate started talking about what we'd been up to. I looked at him in shock and said that we was meant to keep this to our self's. His cousin looked at me smiled and said "that's ok as he'd told me alot. “What happened?” she whispered.“I’ll tell you tonight. OK if I pick you up after dinner?” I whispered back.“Lunch?” she asked quietly.I shook my head no when Mrs. Brewer looked in our direction.When class ended, Kara grabbed my arm and asked, “Why not lunch, Steve?”“I have to talk to Bethany. I’ll pick you up at 7:00pm because I have to go to my counseling session after school.”“OK,” she said, gently stroking my face.I went to Miss Barkhurst’s class and sat in my usual seat. When Dona Bingham.