"Shut up. You're not hurt, are you?" I emphasize the last two words, framing it as a redundant question. She tries to speak, only to realize she can't... She hurriedly shakes her head. I lift my foot."No what?"Tracy answers immediately. " No, daddy!"I let her lay there a full minute before I reach down and undo the leather straps restraining her arms and legs. As each comes of, she let's out a whimper of gratitude as the blood begins to reach her limbs unhindered. I remove the spread bar from her. Her face has a pale, innocent, almost angelic look.In other circumstances, she could be a young college student, an artist, or the daughter of a business associate. There is nothing exceptional about her. Countless beggars like her loiter around the downtown streets asking for spare change.She is probably a drug addict, a homeless teenager, or a prostitute. Maybe, she's one of those cocaine whores that Fuller has read about in the X-Rated Men's magazines. The other pedestrians flow around. Characteristically, Ed was still asleep. He wouldn't be of any help... so I climbed down out of my loft to see about cleaning some of the debris from our night of sexplay.I noticed that my computer monitor was on. She had typed out a note on my PC."Sorry. I didn't want to wake you. I think I tired you two out enough last night. I have to go meet my ride now. Don't worry I'll be fine. I left you a present. Hugs, kisses and blowjobs.Bye, Amanda.PS: you didn't ask but you were great and so was Ed.. He wore a flat-brimmed black wideawake with a chin strap like the one he wore himself, achequered shirt and blue jeans that seemed to emphasis the slenderness ofhis form. He looked even slimmer than he had last night. His torso wasslender and a leather belt fastened tight accentuated his tiny waist andsmall hips. No bubble-butt, but an appealing little swell to his backsideall the same.He looked down at him, skin so golden and svelte in his spotless shirt,the sweep of his neck from ear to slim.