"Oww," I cry. "Ed, that hurts. It's too tight." Ed doesn't react, but goes on to expertly tie my other arm to another leg of the table - just as tight... I can't move my arms, can't even lift my shoulders off the tabletop. And it hurts.Next, Ed opens the can. It contains some kind of sweet-smelling ointment that he now starts spreading over my labia. It's cold and makes my tender flesh tingle slightly."Ed," I manage to whisper, "What is... ?" None of your business, Janie," he says. "Now, we need. " True."She gets into a driving zone as they drive East. A few hours later, it grows darker, so she takes a right toward a hotel. She sees a sign for one and pulls in. She stops the car, goes in, fills out the paper, goes back out, gets him and their stuff, and goes back inside to find their room.Their room is on the third floor, so they take the elevator. Button's pressed, doors closed, she's pressing herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him down to lip level, she. He says , existYet once help both doggy ass to ass , on the gym pad it was too late for us too college student in Miami for 2 week of debaucheryi was drunk as hell thinking i we were going to smoke weed following that black dude we met on the beachwe both thumbed sounding stupid behind him, to that basement we should have never went towhen we got to the room everthing coudnt be more wrong , as i get worried and Max looked at me not sure we should be hereweed smoke and dim light we could see. " I hugged him," Brad said to the group."Bullshit," Alexis said. "You better tell us." I kissed him," Brad admitted, "but just on the cheek. We were justputting on an act. I wanted him to look good."The questions went round and round, but seemed to be coming back to Bradmost often."So what I want to know, Tiffany," Allison said to him, "is why youneeded to put on an act with Randy. But, that's not my question." Shewas looking Brad dead in the eye. "I think Randy is one of the hottestguys.