She reached down between her boots and pulled a dry blade of grass that she proceeded to fold, with delicate looking fingers, into a small basket-like...shape. She said, ‘Last Spring we went to Denver.’ He raised an eyebrow, speculating. ‘We were walking along the street – my father and some of the Crown riders and me.’ She studied the brown grass for several seconds, then looked up and across at him. ‘You know, I read, a year or so ago, that you were out of prison, but I’ve heard nothing about. The Players just began to laugh and cheer. Finally the player that had told her not to scream stepped in front of the frighten lady and while his buddy was still holding her stuffed his dirty sweaty jock strap in her mouth.Diane could smell and taste the salty sweat in the jock strap. She had never been so frightened in her life.Finally another player spoke up now what Jimbo. Diane now new that the player who stuffed the jock strap into her mouth was Jimbo.Well Danny we are going to see just. The six-inch white stiletto boots made her pink, freckled legs look long and toned, and they matched her white and red outfit. She hiked up the bottom of her short dress, exposing a little bit of her freckled, bubbly ass.“Here she is...” She turned and readied to walk out on stage. “Slutty Savannah!”The audience erupted, losing their minds as she entered the room. Savannah strutted to the center of the stage, swaying her thick hips and bouncing her big tits. Her voluptuous, tight. "Why don't the two of you help Bobby finish getting things set up?"The instant they heard his voice, they turned almost docile, there fear easily identifiable even with my crippled senses. I couldn't smell who or what waited at the top of the stairs but I recognized the voice."Zaire," I growled as the door closed, leaving me alone with whatever else was in the cages.I carefully lowered myself back to the ground, trying futilely to get the cords around my wrists and ankles undone. I knew without.