I looked up, and standing there was someone I fuzzily recognized, but just couldn't put a name to the face. "Cindy? Cindy Clark? Is that you?" I looke... at his face, and remembered it was Stan, the teacher from the western part of Illinois, That I had met when Bonnie and I had gone to Las Vegas, for that conference. I said "STAN? My God, what has it been? 6 years?" I was flabbergasted at seeing him again, and almost immediately my mind went back to Vegas, and the feel of that foot long cock, and. 2 feet tall with a very cute face and very long hair with a busty ass and boobs with around 32 size( she said it afterward)So coming to the story while watching her she was only talking but I was not replying her at all and after sometime she observed it and asked “hey what happened what are you seeing” suddenly I came to conscious and told “nothing you look very pretty and beautiful ” she blushed and said “stop saying like that I am not that much pretty” but I said ” no no I am telling really. It never works,? replied Amanda. The woman responded by fitting her with a gag like the one Slave wore, leather covering her mouth and chin, tight straps. The woman smiled. Things were dampening a bit. The woman directed the men to bind Amanda's arms behind her, which forced her to sit straighter and watch herself, gagged and immobile, on the TV. The woman smiled to herself. What Amanda found exciting in the videos was confirmed when she herself was bound. The woman expertly wound rope. He turned around, his face turning red, and told those people on his computer that he'd rerun some data and get back to them. They all hung up pretty soon after that and I turned on MTV with the remote, but not too loud, and scraped the last bit of yogurt from the bottom of the cup with the banana. But I just licked it off that time, it was getting kind of soft and I was afraid if I tried to put it in my throat it would break off and choke me."I ... uh, I wish you wouldn't do that, Amy," Daddy.