"You mean that if they only get fifty-one percent they win anyway?" she said. "You are the one who put the target of fifty-one percent on the table. B...sides, what does it matter to you. You said you would leave at fifty-one percent anyway." Margaret didn't say anything, but I caught Becky smiling. As we continued to count, a knock came at the office door. Stacey came in all excited looking, asking, "I can't wait anymore, do we have an answer yet?" "Well," I said, as Becky trembled with delight,. S.Army with no problem at all, for the Americans needed men. But they weren't interested in that shit - might actually get killed.It was Carl of course who came up with the idea of robbing girls who worked in massage parlors. The only chance he had of getting laid with any regularity was by paying a pro - he was a total loser, and knew it. And so when he had the money, he'd make his way to some massage parlor or the other, handing over his hard-earned cash, but rarely getting what he wanted in. Betty had the best of the deal. Betty sighed, feeling the wonderful fucking of Hank's prick. The young stud was groaning above her, his fingers pinching her nipples hard as his excitement grew and grew. Betty didn't care now. Consciously she was pressing against the big athlete, wanting to feel his belly rubbing against her ass as he fucked her. Her mind was whirling around, sinking into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as she felt that cock fucking her cunt into an inferno.The fat cockhead. I know better than to hesitate. I remove my panties, pulling the lengths of rope through the leg openings. On your belly. His voice is calm, but firm. I obey. Now I cant see what he is doing. Not knowing whats coming next makes me both excited and nervous, the throbbing between my legs gets stronger. I bury my face in the quilt and try to calm myself. I feel his hand on my ankle. Spread your legs. I obey. He ties the rope from each ankle to the legs of the bed. My legs are now spread wide and I.