”She knelt down on the cushion next to me and I rested my hand on her head, stroking her fine blonde hair as she looked up at me like a little lost ...uppy.“I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you,” I smiled. “We’re going to meet a few old friends of ours.”At that, the door to the club opened and two guys came in.“Scott! Mike!” she exclaimed, blushing a deep scarlet.“Jesus, Dal!” said Scott, staring appreciatively at her long, shapely legs and perfect body. “You’ve got fucking Denise Lowe working. She sad "Come on honey, it's never as bad as you think". She tried to cheer me up by stripping in front of me in the kitchen and dancing for me. I just wasn't in the mood and despite her best efforts, couldn't get hard. I just went to bed. I felt like crying now.The next morning I went to work early and my pc was gone. I rang the IT department and they said they had taken it and to go into the boss. Alan is never in this early but when I went into his office, he was finishing getting dressed.. Now, let’s jump to this story!Warning: This is my real story and a continuation of the previous one. If you haven’t read my previous story, just check it out for a better understanding of this one. I am trying to narrate it in as detailed as possible. So, this is going to be a long story, kindly bear with me.Let me introduce the characters first. Me – I am well-educated, 24 years old male. I am fair in color, 5’8″ tall, gym fit guy with some adorable looks and 6″ inch tool.Myra- My sister’s. Any loser who doesn't want to be shaved or labeled does have another choice, and I really hope they take it. All they have to do is let the woman who beat them install nipple clamps, a clit clip, and handcuffs. She has to wear them all of the rest of tonight, and on her walk back to her sorority house, and she has to return next week wearing them again, from 5 o'clock until she walks home after 2 the next morning. Rox, do you want that option instead of whatever else?"It almost seemed as if Rox.