Her perfect waist and fat on her hips making me crazy.I followed her to the kitchen and hugged her from back. She just looked back and smiled and I am...kissing her neck and pressing her waist.Ramya: hmm, bava, you making me horny again.Me: don’t you like it sexy?R: yes, I like it bava.I moved my hands to the front and pressing her huge boobs and nipple. Boobs are erect as she did not wear a bra.I removed the saree drop and turned her towards me and held her face, took her lips and kissing. That Ron Jackson?"April was startled by Cindy's knowledge. "That's him. The defensive players have a beauty contest with their women every year at the end of training camp. God, it's awful. It's like a slave auction with each guy pointing out the best points of his girl. We're all naked, of course. They give demonstrations fucking us in front of all the others. We're supposed to like it, I guess." How have you done?" Cindy asked quietly."I won the last two years. Ron is assuming I'm going to. I fell to my knees."Please, don't do this. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be your slut" I cried. He shut the door. I looked around. While we lived in a secluded area I was scared someone would see me. I banged on the door sobbing. After a few minutes the door opened. He stood there with his phone in one hand and the riding crop in the other."Are you still here slut." Please let me in. I've nowhere to go." You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me. Now get off my. I tried to get up but soon realized it was hopeless, I felt a thick leather strap against the back of my head stopping me from pulling my face out of the hole by keeping my chin and forehead tightly against the cushion. Ropes were tied to straps attached to my wrists and ankles which in turn were attached to the legs of the table to stop me from getting up and running away, finally there were two other straps running horizontally across my thighs and the small of my back to stop me from moving.