If you’ve ever stared at a light bulb for awhile and then suddenly turned off the light, you’ll understand what I mean. You continue to see a visi...n of the light bulb, but it looks different—the colors are more vivid, the light shimmering and vibrant. This is what I saw drifting towards me that night. It looked like a figure, but it was far from human. And still I played my harp. By now you are probably wondering why I didn’t drop my harmonica and run screaming in terror. Well, friends, I’ve. She was a tall, slender English Literature student with pale skin and long, silky brown hair that reached just about to her not-as-small-as-you'd-think A-cups. She was stood in a figure-hugging white jumper with a diagonally-cut hem that fell just below her ass, talking to another of our housemates: Jack.Jack was one of those short guys who was definitely compensating for something. His 5'4" stature made him shorter than all the girls in our flat, except Emily, and he did that thing short guys. Hysterical with fear and dread, she squealed high and hard into the red ball gag that her full lips were wrapped around. Her figure-hugging blue jeans, sneakers, pink ankle socks, turtleneck sweater, black lace bra and filmy bikini briefs were draped over a nearby chair; so near and yet impossibly far away for the bound beauty. Jack smirked as he watched her superb nude body twist and turn wildly. His scarred, seamed face deformed hideously as he smirked. Lovely women liked to. When I looked up at them again, they were moving toward me. "Wait a minute," I said. "What are you doing?" Mary came to my right side while Jim reached my left. Each took an arm and backed me up to the table. As my hips came in contact with the edge of the table, I lost my balance. My feet came out from under me and I fell back onto the top of the table. Instantly, Jim's mouth found mine, and while his tongue probed between my lips, Mary's mouth sought out my breast and fastened on to the.