“Hmm hmmmm hmm hmmmmm.”The girls looked puzzled.“She says that it’s lots of fun,” I translated. “But I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t ...ave a card.” Then one of the girls pulled a pen and paper out of her purse and wrote her name down on a scrap piece of paper to give to Jo. I accepted it from her and told her I wouldn’t forget to give it to Jo when she was done.The girls smiled and left.“Have fun,” one of them called out. Again… how often have I said THAT to Jo?It was almost seven thirty when. I soon arrived back at her apartment. I kept looking at her wanting to take her apart there and then.She was leggy, so feminine with wide hips and so much face surgery she didn't even look Thai... She wasn't the trophy ladyboy. By no means unattractive or manly but just not the pick of the bunchShe acted so innocently flirtatious and I could see she was a complete sissy, like putty in my hands and for the first time in my life I was gonna show a side to me that I'm still not sure now is good or. Bill held her foot firmly and moved it until the spreader fitted and then tied her ankle firmly to it. Kim's legs ached with the extra strain that was put on them. He then tied the spreader to the bottom of the bed. Bill then turned his attention to her arms and quickly tied her wrists and pulled the rope tight so that Kim's arms were held tight. Kim's arms began to ache too. Then she saw him pick up half a dozen clothes-pegs and she knew exactly what he was about to do with them. He began. “Yes, it will.” Giggle. “Hard again?”“Oh yeah...”“That thing must be protected from exposure to air.”“Oh, where shall we put it?”“Well, it has to be someplace where I can still see your blue eyes.” She raised up, reached her hand down, and... “God, Sunny, you get me.”“You get me too, Carl. So good.” Our mouths met.We staggered out of the room at nine in the evening, headed to a burger joint she knew about.“Gotta keep my strength up,” I said.“Me too, baby,” she said. “I’m dehydrating, the fun.