"Just look at me and then look at you. Cathy, my figure? I'm fat, I have a pot, my ass is too large and flabby, and my thighs look like a ... I don't ...now what, but it's awful! My skin has all the color and attraction of a dead fish! My hair..." With a sardonic laugh she said, "In the bathroom I looked at it and realized I don't even know what its natural color is! Would you believe that? It's true. Cath, I was looking at my pubic hair and then at the hair on my head. Usually the pubic hair is. Keep up with Chrissy if you can. Come on you lazybones in the second row. You can do more than five squats.“Pushups men’s style is only hands and toes down on the ground, I mean, deck. Lady’s style is knees and hands down. The more well-endowed ladies don’t have that far to go down before they can push back up. I know from experience that Chrissy uses the men’s style so men, please don’t cheat.“Situps are next. Ladies, flat on your backs. Men, hold her ankles. Chrissy has already done more than. She looked down at them and admired just how sexy they looked, especially at that moment of full sexual arousal. Lifting her hips, she slid her panties, garters and nylons off in one quick motion, kicking them onto the floor next to her bra. She stacked her pillows up against the back board of her bed and leaned over to her night stand. Opening the drawer, she pulled out one of her favorite sexy toys, a huge purple eight inch cock shaped vibrator. It was so realistic with thick veins and a huge. .." I repeated.She laughed. "You are so cute!" Then her hand left the key lying on my breast, and she put it on my hands where they were forced to clasp the bar of cast iron. "You want to stay cuffed to my bed, my dear?" Yes..." You know that you'll only be released when or if I want to?" Her hand trailed down my arm, caressing it lightly under the shirt."Yes!" My heart was racing. Not from fear but from excitement at her words."You know I can and will do anything I want to you?" Her tone was.