She had become a social pariah, once news got out about her willing participation of a gang bang of 19 guys. Since she had been a solitary individual,...despite having seven siblings, throughout her life, she was not unduly distressed by the social ostracism. Although it certainly was unpleasant to encounter public & private taunting, jeering & sneering and have to constantly endure it, she never let it get her down. She reacted to her detractors with humor & good cheer. Chloe’s attitude disarmed. I did so and wearing just my tan, sheer to the waist pantyhose sat in the chair as instructed by Jo. She took some old pantyhose from her desk and tied me to the chair with them then proceeded to strip off slowly. Off came her jacket and then her blouse. Then she slippped out of her skirt with her back to me. I could see that she had no panties on and her bum looked perfect in her sheer tan pantyhose. Next she I clipped her bra and threw it on her desk with the rest of her clothes. She turned. My six foot, lean, muscular frame makes her look tiny. The top of her head barely meets my collar bone. I turned her around in my arms and placed a long, loving kiss on her forehead. She gasped, lifted her head and brushed her parted lips over mine. I picked up my rope from the floor, swept her up in my arms and laid her on my bed, her hips on the edge of the mattress. Her left leg was touching the thick, mahogany bed post at the foot of the bed. There would be no intricate and perfectly. "Is this going anywhere, Bec?" I interrupted."I'm getting to it, be patient..." She answered, thencontinued...Becky and Melissa were hesitant to pay the $150 he wasasking for the rings. So, the old man came up with a nicebargaining tool."I'll tell you what," he had said, "I'll let you try them onfirst, then we'll let you decide if you want to pay theprice or not."As Becky continued telling the story, I groggily mademy way into the kitchen to make some coffee. This wasgoing to be a long phone.