Her trip was fun and she met fun-loving sexy people to hang out with. One person she met was from our own locality; he was a latex freak also and wore...head to toe gear all weekend long.On Saturday night after the planned festivities were finished, she wound up hanging out with him, a friendship developed and she soon found herself in his room for the night. After a long fuckfest, she rang me on the phone about 3am to tell me in great detail of her conquest, his prowess as a bull stud and she. She was different. Her leotard emphasized a super-trim physique, a tiny waist and a supple butt. She was walking on the balls of her feet, arching her back and pushing forward her bosom. Her new, D-cup breasts. She was incredible."Harvey?" David said."Don't be like that, Davy. I'm Krysti Angel." Krysti said.As she got closer, David could see her face better. Her eyes were bigger. Her nose was smaller, her lips were fuller. She had a perfect face. "The bandages came off two weeks ago. There's. There were pegs and eyehooks securely installed to a massive wooden frame. The frame was attached to the wall and stood about a foot away from it. The top of the frame extended out about three feet and was heavily braced. Her heart raced faster. She felt hot and a little sick. He looped the end of the cord through an eyehook, pulled it hard, and drew her arms up above her head. She had to stand up straight to keep her wrists from hurting. He tied the cord back to the frame and stood back. I was about to say something until I looked at her. The words caught in my throat like a fish struggling in a net. She was beautiful. Not the kind of beautiful that socially awkward kids spend dimly-lit nights peering into their computer screens at, or the kind of beautiful that is found in advertisements which are only given through hours of photo-shop and a mask of makeup. No. She was beautiful in the very way she looked at me for the first time. I couldn’t get past her eyes, dark brown and.