Around eight o?clock, I slowly tip my head back. Even that small movement hurts, now, as stiff musclesare forced into action. I look up the landscape ...f my own strained arms towards my hands and wrists. One slimloop of rope around each wrist, the knot between them beyond reach even if my swollen, purple fingers would work. My hands themselves look squashed and misshapen, and I cannot move my fingers at all. Fifteen hours,dangling from this rope, my own stupid fault.Time crawls, and I hang. I do get pushback when I fail to speak “girl color”. To me, something might be “red” or “620 millimicrons”, not “Dying Sunset.”No one, however, would accuse me of understanding women’s clothing sizes. From shopping with Vanessa, I know that she’s around a size 6 most of the time, although that sometimes is tight in the chest. Jill wore a smaller number, but it had to be tall.Joyce also is quite tall, possibly even taller than my 6’4” when in she’s in heels. She’s decidedly curvy, but more. So slowly i opened his fly and worked his prick out of his pants all the time wiggling my ass to the slaps as I slipped his prick into my mouth he stopped hitting me but continued to thrust his hips back and fore His cock was smaller than Spikes and thinner but I didn't care I just wonted to suck him off I hated him but my sexual desirers took over everything else I worked my head up and down the shaft as I pulled my mouth back to the end of his helmet I sucked hard stretching the bulbous end. "I'm just, so..., I can't tell you, littlebrother, how much this means to me. Of course I'll be your Best Man. I'llbe the best damned Best Man ever. I am totally honored that you would wantme to stand up with you." Oh Rhonda! That's fantastic! Thank you so much!" I replied happily. "Andyou'll be the prettiest Best Man ever too!" I added laughing."Wow!" Rhonda exclaimed. "This is turning out to be an amazing morning.You ready to call mom?"I was smiling now. It was great that Rhonda was.