One hundred and fifty years since the death of Hiram B. Heron was hardly the most important of anniversaries, he knew, but at least it was something t... promote. And at least Rodwell knew he had come up with the ideal, eye-catching, centre piece to pull in the crowds. Maxine Connor, the museum's curator, probably wouldn't approve, of course.By celebrating Heron, Rodwell knew he would earn some kudos with the College. Heron had been one of its founding fathers, so anything with a Heron. Lengths of rough rope were tied around her ankles and thrown over the roof beam above. Quickly they hoisted her up by her ankles til she was hanging upside down above the stage. A round of applause broke out amongst the diners followed by murmers of approval. Jemma couldn’t believe what was happening.Her dress slipped down off her legs revealing her favourite silk panties, she could feel the cold across her exposed thighs. She felt so vulnerable and powerless. More rope was tied to her wrists. I was digging into her boob now. She said press as hard as you like but no marks, please after about 2 minutes of pressing and squeezing her.I dived on her boob. It had gone red because of my rough handling. I held her nipple between my lips and played with it. Teased it, sucked it nicely after about 2 minutes of sucking, her body shivered and she came while moaning heavily. I was turned on too. I opened my zipper and pulled my cock out and pushed it towards her mouth. She said “no. Just do. About ten minutes into it there was a bigpileup under the near basket and about six guys wound up tangled in it.They all got up cursing or laughing by turn as the gym teacher madesure there were no arguments going on. The last one to regain his feetwas Bobby, who was noticeably limping.Naturally I was concerned. It didn't look too serious but I had designson being fucked by Bobby during study hall and didn't want him tooinjured to participate. I watched him hobble around for a minute, thenspeak.