Betty recovered her composure and laughed at my remark saying " I couldn't get this fat ass in those" turning and sticking her ass out towards me, as ...he did this her skirt swirled out giving me a fantastic view of her panties and her plump ass. My cock was no starting to ache and press against the front of my shorts. Betty looked round and caught me looking almost directly up her skirt.She looked almost shocked and then she grinned as she noticed the bulge in my crotch.She said to me "do you. His arms wouldn't move either and it was several minutes before he was able to add two and two together and realize that he was strapped to the bed. Concentrating, he could feel a third strap across his chestHe felt light headed, his thoughts sluggish. Pain killers would do that, would dull the pain, cause his mind to wander, he supposed.He was alive. Whether he had been rescued or captured didn't matter as much the realization that he was not going to die alone on some forsaken game trail in. I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and twisted. This brought him down to the ground with me. I lifted my right arm and brought my elbow down on his. There was a sharp crack as I shattered his elbow. I brought my arm back up and drove it to my right. The sound of it hitting his temple brought another bone shattering crack. He collapsed as Michael and the club security came scampering down the hallway to us. I stood and looked down at the punk. He was out cold. I didn't think I killed him but. It was time to get something done before she exploded. She got up.All the while, horny thoughts were running wild in her head, unfulfilled desires mingling with her lust-filled fantasies. She went to the restroom. In the bathroom, she entered the stall and sat on the seat. She then started to squeeze her nipples.She started playing with herself again, imagining what he would do to her in bed. She was way too far gone for this bar. She needed sex now. She couldn’t wait any longer. Nearly an hour.