I never did see who it was, but all of them plowed me hard. It was past midnight when they carried me to the main athletic field. One of them ran off ...nd came back with some rope, which they tossed over the goal post. They tied my hands behind my back, then tied my feet to the rope hanging over the goal post and hauled me up so I was dangling upside down and helpless. They tied it off and left me there, swaying in the cool night air.I tried to cry for help once I thought they were gone, but my. What the hell had she been waiting for?She was a woman who wanted cock. And when she wanted cock, she took it. And here she was - horny, with a cock right beside her ... She wanted it.“What’s wrong?” Brandi said, at the sight of Lily stopping suddenly.“Don’t you hear it?” Lily replied breathily.The other two stopped.“No?”“What is it?”“Oh, shit ... it sounded like the others! They must be in trouble - we should lend them a hond.”Brandi opened her mouth in confusion, but before she could say. "I'm going to think out loud for therecord," he says loudly."My feet are touching floor sooner than I'm used to, meaning my legs haveprobably gained a few inches." He braces his legs and slowly stands up.He looks around. "No, that's not it. Some of my height is from my legsbut not this much. I need to see how tall I've gotten." He walks over tohis desk and grabs a tap measure. "Roughly 6 feet 3 inches. About 4inches of growth. That will be hard to explain. What about physique?" Hetakes his. ‘What? Because I mention that women complain about my gut. You’re the pervert who keeps imagining other meanings.’ ‘I know the law.’ ‘And you’re skilled at twisting it to your advantage.’ ‘If you don’t like the laws here, go back to Michigan,’ Wanda suggested. ‘If you don’t like the immigrants here, go back to Africa.’ ‘My family is French,’ Wanda corrected. ‘Trace you family history long enough, and we’re all African.’ Wanda responded with venom in her voice. ‘My family is not African.’.