Once again I began dancing, trying to remember how strippers I had seen danced. I would bend at the waist, squat, shake my ass, and my pretend boobs. ... straddled the tall lamp we had next to the dresser. I danced like a woman for about fifteen minutes when she said I could stop. I sat at the foot of the bed and she crawled slowly towards me. My dick immediately jumped to attention, here comes my reward I thought. But she stopped when she got to me and whispered, "You're fucked slut." She got up. Quite the opposite, in fact. He discovered a lucrative market on the internet for the secret videos that he made of girls trying on clothing in the dressing room of the store where he worked. He developed his own web site, posted tantalizing still pictures of girls in various stages of undress and then, for a modest twenty dollar fee, allowed subscribers to view up to three of the secret videos on line. With each, he was extremely careful to shade the image of the girl's face, to preclude. That killed my bliss and sent a feeling of guilt through me. If she knew what was in my head that really brought me off she would be crushed.I didn't respond I just rolled to the side and stretched out. After a few minutes I rolled to my other side facing away from her and eventually went to sleep.The party at Brad and Cindy's was tomorrow so I needed to get some sleep plus I needed it so I could restore my energy to think about the Amy situation and figure out an exit strategy.When I woke the. She can’t weigh much more than I did. Of course, we’llhave to gag her. We don’t want her caterwaulingbringing over the neighbors.”“Ok. Let’s do it.” They laughed and she heard themgiving each other a high five.She had no fight left in her as they untied her,ignoring her pleadings to be released. Still shemanaged to squirm and try to keep Tommy from shovingher panties into her mouth until Greg grabbed her headand forced her jaw open. Tape then covered.