." Hours later, Stacy awakes to a dull throbbing in her arms and around her waist. She opens her eyes to find herself in a semi-darkened room, with on...y a couch and chair visible. There's a light shining above, and the chair is placed in front of her. Stacy realizes she's tied up; arms behind her back, helpless. A rope around her waist hoists her a few good inches off the ground, so that her feet are just dangling off it. Stacy struggles to free herself, but all it does is make her swing back. ”“Thank Christ for that,” I replied, “neither do I.”As I thrust up into her, Joanna stepped around the back a laid a couple of fairly gentle lashes on the lady’s ample posterior. These had an amazing effect, and as I fountained up into her she had another long and loud orgasm. Followed by sobbing.Joanna and I released her.“Umm ... sorry about your bra and knickers,” I ventured.The sobbing turned into, “Oh god, what have I done?”“Well, nothing anyone around here is going to say anything. She seemed to have gotten herself under control. "As I said, I'm sorry I was staring. I just, well, I don't even have anything for you to sign or anything."Kiera thought that she'd be happy to sign her name on the girl's neck. With her tongue."That's okay," she said. "I'm sure I have something back in the limo, if you'd like. Ed? Would you go get a picture that I can sign?" Sure Miss Lang," he said.The unhappiness he felt at leaving her didn't show in his voice, but she heard it anyway. Fans. She supposed that she was too much of a tom-boy and not very attractive. Already five foot ten inches she was as tall as anybody in her classes and with her thin but wiry muscular frame and thin features she did think that she was pretty at all. Kim understood at least that it was not only her appearance but also her general demeanour that did not help the situation. She could not help it though, she really hated those “Barbie” type girls and their fake images. She could not associate herself.