’‘Last one you’ll get.’ Sarah got up, smiled and posed for the camera while Linda sat up and rubbed her arms.‘Good pin,’ said Mikey behind...the camera.‘More to come’ replied Sarah.She was awesome; I couldn’t believe how confidently she was fighting. Obviously watching all those films had taught her something and she was a natural wrestler.‘OK ladies, round two.This time there wasn’t the rush, and there was some circling before the coming together. Sarah went for another headlock but it was. The broody young man slid along the bench seat, his intention to ejectthe drunken sailor obvious, but Michele gripped his bicep to stop him."Jason I stopped being your girlfriend the day you called me a slut justbefore the Christmas party. I'm not your possession and never will be,so just get over it," Michele said maintaining a calm tone."Well you obviously are a slut!" You're here with this skinny fag tranny fucker!" he screeched.Jason could be heard over the music and the sleepy bouncer at. I had planned not to speak, and didn't, but it was hard. She was breathtaking in the flesh, as much as I had seen and expected and more. Her dark hair hung low on her shoulders, her neck long and her skin a creamy tan. She was elfin and beautiful, the girl-next-door mixed with a button nose and almond eyes that hinted some Asian in her ancestry. She looked up at me with those delicious brown eyes, groaned something unintelligible, shook her body in an attempt to demonstrate her discomfort. Her. The silk gag muffled my groan, a bit in protest and mostly in encouragement. I writhed beneath his strong hands, pressing myself harder against him. I could not help it. His weight lifted from my body, momentarily freeing my legs.Before I could react, I felt his hands on my hips, turning me over until my back was pressed against the bed sheets. I could feel the cord bound to my wrists. Still blindfolded, I could not see him. Then he was back over me, grabbing my ankles and spreading them wide..