Her hair was bound in two long pony tails from the side of her head. She wore her make-up somewhat thick, but purposely somewhat like a young girl mig...t if she was new at doing make-up. C) Skin tight pale bluejeans, a pink midriff top with elastic around the waist, no shoes and a very faint covering of make-up.D) Black stilettos, black thigh highs and a red hoody. Each outfit was worn more than once and always lead to an incredible, sexually charged experience. Five years later these outfits. I scanned the messages looking for a location. "Legion" was all I needed to see. I tugged on the team embroidered shirt she gave me, swung my leather coat over my shoulders and headed out the door. There was a chill in the autumn air as surveyed the situation. My work truck was blocking my personal truck and my boss would kill me if it was seen parked outside of a drinking establishment. "Fuck!" I said to myself again, "fuck it!" I said as I lifted door to the garage. "One last ride before. What are we performing?" The advert said, 'to perform a live sex show before a private audience of some forty discerning gentlemen and ladies.'" What were you thinking of? Where did you see this advert?"She never did answer that. She simply said: "You'll love it, Craig. You never have any problems getting it up and we perform well together. Think of the two hundred pounds." What do they say we've got to do?" They say we've got to be able to control our orgasms for at least twenty minutes.. Even after the fourth subsided her body still shuddered and shivered and low semi human moans escaped her lips.Ruthlessly TuThoa cemented her advantage. She moved Kim so that she lay on her back with her cunt at the end of the bed. Her feet touched the floor and her ankles and knees were bound in a vertical plane to the bed legs. Each thigh was tied parallel to the mattress frame. Her arms were stretched and tied to the top of the bed. TuThoa placed cushions under Kim?s butt raising and further.