Draped over a cold metal bar and totally naked, my hands and legs were spread wide and were being held flat to floor. I couldn't move them. I was vuln...rable and open. I could not even move m y thighs, due to another bar that crossed the back of them. In a panic, I tried to struggle, but was held fast to the bonds. My breasts were smashed to the wooden floor of this dusty, unknown room. The only thing I could move freely was my head. Look ing my surroundings over, the room was dimly lit with a. ”“Stolen ammunition for sale. Cheap.”“That’s right. Now switch over to the FBI. One of Ash’s undercover agents — you don’t need to know his name and don’t want to.”“But it’s a guy.”“Has to be. Dealing with those Neanderthals.”“Of course. Sorry, go on.”“Well this guy has been underground for over six years. He’s buried so deep.”“Okay.” God, what a life that would be.“Agent X is Mr. Ammunition. But he’s suspicious of everyone. Trusts no one. Hoffstatter has to argue his way into even getting to. .. my car's uh, full already, I'll have to meet you there." She actually only bought 2 tickets... screaming heavy speed metal wasn't her or her friends' thing, she had only been willing to go for Eric."Oh, well, ok... still, that's less markup than the average scalper, and the show's sold out" he winks lecherously "so where can I meet you at?"Fighting to not roll her eyes, she makes up a meeting point for him to meet her group and hands him his ticket quickly as soon as they get to her car so. “Hi” she says, “I am Cindy. Come on in.”. For a few seconds I don’t know what to say or do but just stare. Her voice is soft, smooth. I smile at her and my eyes fall on her outfit. A kimono. I blush. Several times she has told me in our conversations that all she was wearing was a kimono. I wonder if she is wearing anything underneath. The thought excites me immensely. I can feel my nipples harden slightly and I know they will show through my clothes if they get harder. That makes me blush even.