I enjoyed the pulsing of my body and the exertion of the run. I also enjoyed the looks I got. As in most dreams the familiar was mixed with the odd. I... this case, I was running not in my usual gear but my cheerleading outfit. The tiny skirt just barely covered by firm round ass, but with each stride it bounced up to reveal the ripe globes of my eighteen year old culo and I wasn’t wearing panties. As I ran I became aware that someone was running behind me. Relief and desire quickly replaced my. I brought out two new sexy corsets for her to wear and feel sexy in if she wanted to use them and I broke out a stockade they could restrain her in doggy style with a neck hoop and waist belt so she was completely immobilized. I told her the guys had a key and they would be there by 9 pm and she should be ready and blindfolded by then.I gave her a kiss, told her to have fun, take her birth control and left. I met the guys at a bar down the road and had a few drinks with them. I told them that. I was pretty fresh, still on eastern time. She was sunken eyed, her hands trembled, and she would alternate between nodding off, and hyper. The last couple of hours, I wasn't so sure she was even functioning, but she wouldn't hear of quitting, until I got the idea about making the female lead's life long partner a woman, so they had a lesbian relationship. It tied a lot of things together, and Ashley's mind picked that up immediately."Fuck. That's terrific. Then Brad's daughter seduces the both. She screamed out again, using language that a sailor would be proud of.I sighed. "She's drunk." She drinks?" Among other things." I opened the door. "I'll talk with her and she'll pass out on the couch." Virginia! I know you're in there! Open the damn door!"I've dealt with Joyie before when she's been drinking. She's usually like Otis, the town drunk, on Andy Griffith, but whatever she was at the moment, was as far from Mayberry as The Bronx. So, when I opened the door I was braced for a fight..