"What would you like, my lovely white beauty?" Lenora asked in a tense, hopeful voice.Lenny grimaced in mock consternation as she tried to make up her...mind. It was a joy to tease this most exotic of women. Lenny knew damn well what the gypsy wanted to give as a prize!"I think," Lenny piped up finally, "I think that I would like you to help me take off my trousers."The dark eyes blazed with passion inherited from centuries of wild-blooded gypsy lovers. Lenora bending down was a sight that made. Steve managed to move his wrists. Leslie was not having that. Leather cuffs were fastened around his upper arms. Chains went from these to the front and rear walls. His wrists were fastened in the same way. “Silly me, I should have done these first” Natalie now had to duck and weave her way through the chains. "This is fun" she said mockingly. Natalie went about adding chains from the wrist and arm cuffs to the ceiling and floor. But once more, as she climbed the ladder Natalie did not reveal. The frumpy one, the plain one, the one who sat on the sidelines, and watched the other kids dance. The wallflower, her mom had called her. And here again, the same thing - the men all flocked to the perky tits and big eyes, even when there was only vacuum between the ears. She wished she was not as intelligent as she was; maybe if she was dumber it wouldn’t hurt so bad- but as it was, she didn’t know which to hate more, sometimes- the ‘overweight’ body- not fat, just solid 160-lb woman with a. He was dressed in navy blue ill fitting suit and cheap shoes. It was the best outfit in his wardrobe and he hoped that Ms Bergman did not notice the gravy stain on the tie. In any case, he kept the jacket buttoned to disguise the small but noticeable green-grey blemish.She studied him carefully. A young man, fit and in his prime with testosterone bubbling through his veins and yet he was nervous and anxious in her company.For a fleeting moment, the imagined vision of a stiff, circumcised cock.