Her leather top, a garment that covered hershoulders and upper arms, was the only article of clothing she wore.The shiny leather stopped where large, ...ound, supple breasts took over,jutting out from her chest.Her well toned stomach and surprisingly strong thighs were evidence ofsomeone who spent time at the gym. Perhaps she was a rock climber or afan of other "extreme" sports. Her leather boots had been cast asideand the rest of her leather outfit was strewn all over the floor.None of this was. He put me down and walked me over to the middle of the room under the machine, chained my feet to the floor and my arms to a chain on the ceiling. I was standing there butt naked, arms and legs spread apart unable to move in a dimly lit room, I can honestly say I've never been in this situation before. “Harry is all this necessary? Do I really have to be chained up like this?” “My name isn't Harry, when were down here you refer to me as master H, slave!” “Master H? Ok stop all the bullshit and. I accelerated away as I settled the ball securely in between my left arm and my side. I scanned downfield, spying the free safety. He had lined up deep and was hustling over to intercept me. I tried a spin move as he hit. He was a good tackler. He put me to the ground as I spun.I jumped up and tossed the ball to the ref. He placed the ball at FIU's 18 yard line. I jogged back to our huddle as the Penn State crowd cheered my 52 yard reception. The cornerback on my side gave me a twelve yard. Uh… what are you doing? Blum asked for an explanation, confused at what Josh was up to. Youll see, was all Josh would answer as he gently positioned the girl to his liking. The dark athlete found herself pushed up against the bathroom door, her chest firmly squished against the cold wood, her arms bent upwards to help support her weight. Her cheek and ear were against the door as well, but all she could hear was the water running from inside the bathroom. Josh smiled at the confused look he was.