Isn't that correct Amanda? You just need to release my right arm." Amanda put down the water and picked up the control tablet. "Just for a few seconds...and then you promise to let me strap your arm down again?" "Yes, of course." "Promise?" "Yes I promise." It was like talking with a child. She tapped on the screen which emitted a double-beep sound. "Oh, I'm not allowed. I don't have the password." And then as quick as that, she lowered me back down. Shit. SHIT.Susan spoke again. She seemed to be. After enjoying my top body, he unhooked my bra and let fall my boobs down, the squeezing went on again, this time with more clear area, he was more dwindling my boobs around, like holding a ball and moving all around my chest, it was painful, but I kept quiet, he literally squeezed my nipples also, I felt I may milk tonight, though it did not happen. But I felt I might milk. This went went on, I got tired with the boob play but he was not, this again continued long, I changed my position a bit. " Bull shit," returned Tim. "If that was the case she would have gone for LD over there," he added.I chuckled and said, "You have a point."All this was lost on Bobbie who just smiled in her shy way. I should describe Bobbie. She is five feet, four inches of the cutest, sexiest female I have ever known. She has a tomboyish manner but her physical assets are all woman. She has natural long blond hair and light blue eyes. She won't tell me her measurements, however, by my eye she probably measures. . and to some extent for our whole family.I needed some guitar strings and I was paying off the balance I owed on the keyboard when we visited Solomon’s Music one Saturday. Solomon Goldman was standing by a large drum kit that hadn’t been in the store the last time we visited.“Something new, Sol?” I asked, handing him the envelope with my final payment.“Yes. I’m not sure it’s the smartest deal I’ve ever made, but I took the set in trade for an electric guitar and a big amp. I got the impression.