I was trussed up tight now. My skirt had hiked up a little bit showing my garter straps and nylon stocking tops."I'm not a - please. I'm not gay. What...are you –" Shut those dicksuckin' lips!"He seemed to be pleased with my look as he towered over me staring. "Fuck, I knew you'd look indistinguishable from any other bar slut!" He laughed at that. His crotch was at eye level but I tried not to look at it.Even so it was apparent that there was a good sized bulge in his pants. He looked down on me. Once back at the dorm after the game, Kris said his head was starting tohurt again. He downed a couple of pills once we were in the room. If theyworked like before, it would be no time before Kris was asleep. The guyswere great and didn't bother him.Corey was there with me in my room. It wasn't long before Kris threw offhis clothes and turned out the lights."Maybe I should go," Corey stated."Why? Kris is long gone for the night. We can quietly sit here and enjoyeach other."Corey smiled, "I. He cock twitched as he admired his work and grabbed the nipple clamps and attached them. It wasn't until he pulled on them hard that she stired. Screaming into the ball gag and desperately trying to get up. The tears were flowing as her clit took the first lash from the crop. A decisive blow to her womanhood that made him even think he'd gone to far. But that thought left him as quick as it came, as thoughts of all the shit she'd done to him came crashing back.Twack twack twack. 3 more found. She said no one else will be coming in if your afraid to be seen coming out but I will make sure your safe. She comes in with a tape measure and begins to take measurements. She tells me I was right in my size, 42B is the bra I should be trying on. I know of a few that you might like. She leaves and I wait with great anticipation.She returns with several bras, some underwire some wirefree and a few that are front hook bras. She assists me in trying them on, and all this activity has my pants.