Madame X placed her in the back seat and drove away.……………………………………………………………………………………�...………………………..Katie awoke several hours later to find herself naked and bound in a damp basement. She had handcuffs around her wrists, which were pulled above her head by a rope on a pulley attached to the ceiling. The ball gag in her mouth did not allow her to scream even though she was more frightened than she had ever been before in her life. Madame X walked gingerly into the room, and Katie’s body trembled in. She was sure that she would, and yet there was considerable apprehension as to the chances that it would happen in time to do any of them any good.In any case, Trudy found herself more aroused by the minute and she had a crazy idea, “Hey, guys, what’s your father’s phone number? I want to invite him over, try to help ... soothe his loneliness. He might be a little shocked when he sees you two together, but I think that I can ... how shall I put it, make it up to him ... and atone for what I did. If you walk in the door wearing this little thing, not only will every man be staring at you, but they will be beating a door down to get you out on the dance floor so they can get their hands on you.” John said. “Do you think so? You don’t mind, do you John? I know we talked about me dancing with other men on this trip before, since you are not the biggest dancer, but now that we are here, are you changing your mind? Brooke looked at John with the deepest, dark brown eyes, eyes that could. She stopped it immediately suddenly forgetting the words."You're better than all those bands put together," he applauded her with clapping hands."I sing a lot when I feel happy," she turned red. She had a short cotton frock that barely covered her breasts. Her nipples were like big black bing cherries as they tented the material. She had no panties on and he noticed that the patch on her pussy was all black. He wondered if she colored the hair on her head."Then you should sing often," he pulled.