"Hi Richard," her voice seemed so much more dainty than on the phone.He'd experienced this before. He knew that the eyes have a greater power over the...brain than the ears and that now that his brain had recognised her as a woman, that the fact that her voice was a potentially telltale sign that things may not be as they appeared, would not register.Before he could speak again, he looked her up and down. Her make up was very sexily done with full pouting lips and those eyes. He darted his eyes. Then he pierced each of our pussy lips with 4 more hooks and tied them all together with fishing line. There was enough line between us to allow a little distance for us to lay out and enjoy sunbathing but every movement would pull at each of our special parts. The guys pulled on the strings like they were playing a musical instrument. After we had all had enough of that, the hooks were removed and we enjoyed more time in the sun sunbathing and enjoying the public exposure from the bridge. Then a cold chill gripped her stomach.Don Patrick was standing there, his flame red hair in wild disarray. And the look on his face was one of unfulfilled lust. There was no question in her mind what he wanted."Well, Don?" "Well, Miss Walker," he said, smirking. "You've been a busy lady, haven't you?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "I thought you knew. I mean, hitching a ride out in the parking lot like you did yesterday. A ride with Mr. Larson. Or should I say a ride on Mr. Larson's prick?". And the bombardment of questions had begun about three seconds after she walked out of the room.Aaron and Zoey had been the worst, whining that I should have warned them ahead of time. Marie, of course, had remained quietly detached.The respect level for me had skyrocketed in the intervening weeks as my relationship with Deedee continued. Once it became clear that the hot blonde's newfound attachment to me was neither a one-time aberration nor an episode of Punk'd, I found that practically.