I still wasn’t. And I kind of wanted to be found. I wanted to be seen. Yeah, yeah, stupid and crazy, I know.The walk back to the Circulator and t...e ride home was very hard. I was very swollen and wet. My nipples were chafing against my shirt. The rope was feeling very restrictive to me and was starting to rub a little. Every movement seemed to be pleasurable and to hurt at the same time. I closed my eyes for most of the way until I got to my building. By the time I was down the. A thick patch of my brown curly pubic hair was sticking out of the triangle in my punishment panties. The chatroom had seen me run out of the room and wondered who I was.The regulars in the room had named me Pubezilla because I clearly had a hairy pussy, and that was all they knew about me.“I don’t want to be known as that,” I said with a frown.“Then you’ll have to shave that, Ma’am,” Betty reminded me.“I am not a Ma’am, I am here to be on restriction,” I said to her and kind of to the. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Jen looked around and saw an older white man. It was the salesman she had seen behind the counter when she had entered the store. He was overweight and had greasy hair, and his face was scarred by acne."Uh — why the black one?" Jen asked."Well, white girls — especially blondes like you — seem to be really into that. Y'know, black on blonde?"Jen couldn't believe the nerve of this man. She felt like slugging him."And black guys are supposed to have a lot. I felt some pre cum at the tip of my cock. I knew that she could see it as she continued her drawing. “It’s ok Robert. As I told you the other night I just draw what I see. I fell flattered that you are aroused with me and uninhibited enough to pose that way.” This calmed me and I just went with it as I had before. My cock was erect but not quite rigid and pointed upward and out and my balls were pulled high into my sack. She continued to draw but said nothing more. The time moved by and soon I.