You see, in school you were nice enough to us guys but you didn’t date any of us, we all thought you were sexy and wanted to fuck you but you stayed...with guys in the next town so tonight it is make up time.” She pulled back and stood there unable to say anything. She was perplexed and couldn’t say anything.Ken went to the door, opened it and in walked 4 other men, 2 black and 2 white. She knew them by name in school but really didn’t know them all that well. Ken said “we’re going to play a. " What the fuuuuuck," she slurred. "He should have been here an hour ago." Don't shoot the messenger," I countered.She hung up on me. I smiled knowing that the bitch was going to get just what she deserved. All these years of being a stuck-up bitch and dressing provocatively just to tease me is coming back to fuck her in the ass.Reaching the party, I sat in the car as I started having second thoughts about my plan. Yet, replaying all the bitchy things she had done to me in the past I figured. "You're Carl Fleming, right?"She was an honest to god Pixie. I was looking at a girl-woman, who stood four foot something, and weighed about eighty pounds. She must have been in her late twenties, judging by her crow's feet, but looked twelve. Her bust line was imaginary, but her nipples more than made up for it. They stood out proud and strong, pointing straight ahead, and begging to be sucked.I took it all in before she spoke again. "You're Carl Fleming, right?" This time she had just a bit. She lowered her tiny G-string her mound covered sparsely with fine fair silky hair. She then replaced her black high heel shoes back on her feet and carefully collected her expensive clothes placing them into a chair, along with the cheap and out of fashion poncho I had insisted on her wearing. Picking up her cuffs and fitting one and then the other, then checking them for comfort, before stooping to catch the rope end. This she threaded through both cuff rings then tied them off in a big.