"First off, using outdated inner-city slang with an Ozark Mountain accent is a really bad idea," she said. "Someone is likely to pop a cap in your pro...erbial ass." Second off," Karlie chimed in, "I sincerely doubt any business you have a part of will interest us in the least."There was silence."Dawg, I think we need to talk in private," Barry said. "I'm sure you don't want all your friends to know your business, you know." He knows and we know," Allie said. "We're not his friends. We're his. When Faye was born, that instant sibling connection was nowhere to be found for her and Lucas. As they grew up together they rarely engaged in conversation with each other. But when they did it was the same old argument over whose mother was to blame for the affair. Their relationship took away the sense of a family home. It merely became a house they just shared together. It wasn't until a few months ago when that all changed. As a result of the breakdown of their father's marriage to Faye's. Men still saw strippers and whores as the necessary dregs of society. Feeling more depressed, Sally prepared for her first show of the couple’s evening. Those evenings when women were invited to the show, The PussyGalore usually had a man on stage to satisfy the female customers and it was Sally’s turn to be his dancing partner. She looked forward to their act even though they were not supposed to have sex but just act raunchy.Greg was a well-built young man with a thick cock and a friendly. He bound the rope around my breasts then another length around my knees and more around my ankles. More rope was used to secure my arms to the rope around my knees, so I was leaning backwards. The first rope that circled my tits was threaded through the rings at the end of the hanging chains. May was told to wind the handle so I was lifted upwards. She stopped as I was standing on tip-toe. Sir checked my bonds then told May to wind the handle until I was a foot off the ground.I was left there.