I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was pretty sure that they were writing on my body. The ropes on my legs went slack and the platform was once again ...ushed over so I could stand on it.I stood quietly as the ropes holding my hands were untied and the cuffs removed from my wrists. Then I almost collapsed. I could barely stand and someone on either side of me had to help support me.I was walked, still blindfolded, down a hallway and outside. I could tell I was outside because it was warm and I. She was moaning heavily.She continuously pushed my face against her boobs and was enjoying it like anything. To stimulate this, I started fingering her while sucking. And this was indeed a huge impact. She started moving a bit and was pulling my hair continuously.And then I moved down kissing and licking her belly region and her inner thighs. Teasing her was something I loved and so tickled her abdomen region without actually touching her pussy. This had a huge impact on her. She pushed my face. I saw a young, beautiful Japanese student, the cuffs of her college sweatshirt clearly stained with her copious tears. Her large hazel eyes were full of expression, of grief and disbelief, of sadness and hope, of resignation and surprise. Tears still streaked her cheeks, her lack of makeup quite fortunate. Her jeans had a noticeable rip just below the left knee, and it looked rather recent. She stood in the doorway, holding the heavy door open, and we looked at each other for a long time,. One final twirl, and she sat on the bed, and called Paul. "Ready dear". Paul smiled, and bounded up the stairs. He walked in the bedroom and smiled. "Sandra, darling you look magnificent. He walked closer, and taking her hand, pulled her to her feet. He moved close, and cuddled her. Looking her in the eyes, he said, "now darling, this is your last chance. I know you've wanted to do this for ages, and I really want you to, but you can change your mind. Now. If you want to." A brief hesitation,.