I do need to ask you a VERY important question.”“The answer to that one is an unequivocal ‘no’. My relationship with Marcia is purely as her s...nsei, nothing more. I’m very careful about such things, and I treat the dojo as I do my company in that regard. No inappropriate relationships. Not to mention the fact that Marcia is sixteen, which makes her underage.”“You wouldn’t be the first karate instructor to make that mistake.”I HAD made that mistake, so to speak, years before and I would never. I am tied with white rope around the knees, wrists, and elbows. My hands are tightly encased in bondage mittens, rendering them useless. In a special twist of cruelty, my breasts are tied tightly with rope which connects them through the ring in the front of my collar, pulling them upward and turning them red. Just to complete the mental picture, I?ll describe myself. Sorry boys, but I can?t really be considered attractive. I?m a big girl, but I have a large frame so I carry it decently. Rick pulled me forcefully into the mens room.“Jesus you guys are pigs,” I laughed. It smelled of piss, puddles on the floor around the single urinal. There was one stall. We entered, pulled and locked the door. He began kissing me again, this time not so gentle as before. He pushed me down onto the toilet and removed my top. My tits felt free and happy as he sucked my nipples while I unleashed his big cock.Fred was in his thirties and his cock sprang up like it was on hinges. He had to be at. "You were in the Collective?" Sheasked fear was in her eyes."Yes when I first came to this world. I was lost and I saw the buildingso I approached it," I explained to her."Hurry you must tell Kayla of this," Shelly said grabbing my hand andpulling me towards a small hut. I followed Shelly inside and the roomgrew impossible large. The large room we now stood in had tall marblecolumns lined up to end before a thrown some two hundred feet away. Thefloor were made of solid gold and the fire danced.