"Hi. I'm Doug. I've been in your class for about ten years. It's nice to meet you, Robyn." Is this okay?" she asked."Depends," Doug answered. "You wan... on my shoulders, or do you want me on yours?" Um, I'll ride, thanks." Just that fast, Robyn was on Doug and we were all attacking Sugar and Rose. I kept glancing toward Robyn and she looked like she was really having fun. The next time I looked, Sora was on her shoulders. We'd done a lot of switching around and Sam had her silky legs wrapped. “Open your mouth. Let me make sure it’s still there.” “No Lance,” Carlotta said, sliding her panties down her legs. She spread herself out on my desk among the coffee stains, splinters, and flyspecks. She pointed. “It’s right here.” “All right then,” I said. “Let’s get started.” I had the men line up on the stairs. I stood by the door and let them in one by one. Four hours later Carlotta screamed. I rushed in. Carlotta was disheveled and bruised. “This is all I can take.” She said. “Not one of. But I tried hard to put that all out of my mind and just tried to get some rest. I wasnt very hungry and ate very little and that worried my mom some. She brought me snacks to my room and I didnt want to disappoint her so I flushed it down the toilet when no one was looking. I went to bed that night with hopes that I would be able to sleep without having nightmares. . . I found myself in the hotel room and my wrists were tied with satin scarves wide to the head board. Each of my feet was in. I'd love to be slimmer but I've also faced the fact it ain't gonna to happen. I try to diet and it doesn't work so I get depressed and I quit the diet and then I'm more depressed and then I want to eat all the things that aren't good for me and then the depression sets in even worse. Don't get me wrong, it is not as if I'm some behemoth or something ... I'm just, well ... Rubenesque ... voluptuous ... pleasingly plump. I have between 15 and 20 pounds I'd love to lose; however! Get the.