Kristin and I have had sex, but I told her I didn't want to any more unless she got on birth control, because I didn't want to make her pregnant, and ... sure don't want to be a dad right now. So, it was her choice. I didn't make her, and I don't think I put any pressure on her either. I care for her. She is a nice girl. She's cute, fun, and seems to be pretty bright too. So she came to you. The one thing I do know is that most parents, and probably hers as well, would never understand this, and. They said that it would take decades to get the pressure up to where people died in minutes from oxygen starvation instead of in seconds from blowout if their suits were damaged. Eventually, the atmospheric pressure would reach 1 bar and they would slow down to just maintaining that pressure and they could start working on converting the air to something breathable, but when I saw it Truman was just beginning to have a trace of methane-hydrogen-helium-whatever as an atmosphere.Anyway, for all. The only things on her were three leather straps that went around her body. Her arms were behind her back and the straps kept her from moving them. The first strap was just above her perky breasts and the second was just below them. The third was just below her navel. A steel bar was held up by leather straps that were attached to her feet so that she would have a hard time running away as well as having easy access to her pussy. Her color was still on, but Zabuza’s tag was gone. She knew what. She grabbed her clothes and walked briskly to a nearby bus stop. She didn’t care where the bus was headed. She jumped on it and told herself she’d find her way home in time. Back at work the following Monday she tried all that previous weekend to rid herself of the idea he wanted to shoot her naked, or semi-naked, as the case might have been. What Cam had said with respect to her doing nude shots of her was appalling she thought. Me, with a body like this, with my chubby features she told.