I had the flat chested tomboy look some guys like.While I was modeling the bikini and wig the phone rang again. It was my friend Gary. he asked me whe...e I had been all day, he had called several times and had even drove by but I was not home. All I told him was that I had went out. He asked me what I was doing now and I stuttered but recovered and told him I was not doing anything important."Well Me and Mike were planning to come over, he got a case of beer and we need somewhere to drink it.". She was tempted to pursue, but Marissa needed her. She slammed the door and locked it."Here, Marissa," said Catherine, grabbing up a fuzzy pink bath robe and squatting beside her naked roommate. The anger cooled as she focused on her abused friend. She gently helped her sit up and tried to placed the robe around her shoulders."But I'm pretty naked!" objected Marissa. "The boys said so!" Marissa, sweetie, those boys did something to you," Catherine tried to explain."I know!" said Marissa,. Uncontrollable spasms racked her slender body.I took particular delight in her screams. Long ago they’d been reduced to babbling cries. Her fingernails, painted Champaign red, curled achingly for the straps. She couldn’t reach them and she couldn’t close her legs. She couldn’t lift her hips off the pallet to apply more pressure to the cybersonic torture tool, and she couldn’t escape its constant message.Twenty minutes later and poor Dominika was hysterical. Her body convulsed from the effects. My knees are spasming in time with the waves of orgasm rushing through me so that I buck and bob and groan as I ejaculate, jetting my sperm over and over into my lovely plastic panties. I call out now, "My panties, oh my panties, oh so good, oh yes so good!" To hear my voice uttering that magic word aloud sends me higher still as the crescendo of my orgasms crashes over and through my being, tearing me apart, delivering me to another plane where my eyes see only blazing light and colour, my.