After softball practice, Lori, the first baseman, had asked her to pitch some extra batting practice. They practiced about forty-five minutes later th...n the rest of the team and the locker room was empty when they entered it. Even the coach, who usually stayed late, had left. In the shower room, Becky could not but help look at Lori. She had large breasts, and Becky wished that she had breasts like that. Lori noticed Becky's glances and came over to borrow some shampoo. As Becky handed her the. "That was good Honey. I do love to suck cock with the rightperson." Saying that she stood and leaned forward to place a kiss on mylips. "See ya in the morning, Hon!"After breakfast we went out to the garage where she handed me the keysand told me to drive. Mistress gave me directions to our destinationand adjusted her car seat to the prone position. Once she was inposition I heard the vibrators kick in on high. I don't know how manyorgasms she had before we arrived but once there we had to sit. I thought, he would see my quivering womanhood, dying to be taken and he would simply fuck the shits out of me.He did nothing of the sort. He caught me by my shoulders and placed me on the cane chair and lifted pone leg at a time on the chair and tied my ankles with the chair handle. He then softly tied my wrists to the chair as well.My pussy was wide open and my small lips in the middle of my cunt was peeping out from between my sparse pubic hair. Wet and greasy.He looked at my pussy for. I stumbled into the bathroom off the lobby and staggered into a toilet stall. I dropped to my knees and began throwing up breakfast. Tears were in my eyes, but though I could barely see where I was, I saw perfectly that night at Whiskey. I was reliving The Nightmare, though now I was awake, and it was in color. I could smell the gunpowder, the explosives, the sweat, the fear, and the blood. Through it all I was seeing the faces of the guys I had killed that night, staring at me in shame... I.