I thumb tacked coarse sandpaper to the plywood.I would tell Gilbert to get undressed and sit on the chair. The sandpaper encouraged him to sit as stil... as possible. After I tied his ankles to the chair legs, I would step behind the chair and decide which horizontal slat I would tie his wrists to. If I just wanted him to sit, I would pick the lowest slat. If I wanted him to suffer, I would pick one of the higher slats, which put a strain on his arm and shoulder muscles.After Gilbert was tied to. We had stopped walking and sat down on a bench, we start a serious round of making out. I could feel Paul was getting hard and though I didnt know where we were, nothing looked the same as where he lived. I spotted a dark alley across the way from us, and doing something that is not in my nature, I grabbed Pauls hand and pulled him toward the alley. Pushing him to the back of the alley where we (hopeful) wouldnt be seen, I started unbuttoning and unzipping Pauls jeans. Joy, what are you. The hot monster was surprisingly smooth, and Wes started to enjoy the feeling of his tongue sliding around on the slick head. Kimberly's ass nudged Wes... he could feel her really getting into sucking the co-pilot's cock. He could feel her slurping and stroking. Cupping the pilot's balls, inhaling that cock, Wes felt another wave of fear. He imagined the pilot announcing to the plane, "Attention, ladies and gentlemen. We have a new stewardess on board, and she is nothing but a cock-hungry slut.. When are you going to get your face fixed, anyway?”Tears appeared in Angie’s eyes. “I told you I was going to be a recluse. You’re mean.”“Maybe, but you’re lazy not finishing up getting your body back together. You’ve done well in the last four months and I don’t see any reason to not finish it. But then, if you are resigned to having a face that will scare little kids, so be it.”George and Rita both were shouting at me how awful I was to Angie. It was so bad I folded my napkin and got up and.