She heard the humming of motors and felt the center of the table rise while the table ends fell until her ass was a good two feet higher than her head...and feet. At this angle, the tube in her bottom stuck out almost parallel to the floor. In addition, the strain in her ass was now doubled as the hard rubber cock pressed against the insides of her tiny anal opening. The straps that held her were now even tighter as she was stretched over the cold unyielding table and her soft skin was growing. It’s like nothing he has ever felt before but at the same time it is very familiar. The feeling of the woman being a Goji comes to mind, but only vaguely as if it were wrong to think of it that way. He shakes his head trying to clear away the fogginess that is threatening to take over. He casts a look over at Angela, who is sitting at the edge of the bed, though he can’t recall seeing her making any movement. “What the fuck is going on?” he asks and the words almost seem foreign to him.“Where. Other times though, when it got a little warm in the summer she would wear open toed shoes and my mind would just wander during classes. She sat pretty close to me in most classes so it was hard for me to pay attention when those gorgeous feet were around. In history she sits behind me, and on one occasion I was so desperate just to catch a glimpse of those perfect pedicured feet, ‘cause this was the first time in a week she had worn sandals, that I faked dropping my pen next to her desk just. Down the stairs went a tall thin blond who was greeted with cheers and a round of applause. After what seemed like forever the second name was called. The her surprise, it was Babbs. Having been in other pageant as a young girl Babbs knew what to do. Head up, shoulders back, big smile. With that she made her way down the curved stairway. Midway down the cheers and applause started. Gathered around the room were all the familiar faces from the dinner. As she reached the platform she did her.