.*Tighter, definitely constricting. *Five...*"Ah!" I gasped. The corset's grip became vise-like. *Six...*Oh my God.Finally, the corset stopped tighten...ng.And then, with a loud *SNAP!* the corset, collar, and shoesall became detached from the wall and I staggered forward,barely maintaining my balance. With one hand against thewall to steady myself, I tried to catch my breath, but tryas I could, it only came out in short gasps.The collar tightly gripped about my neck, stretching it andholding my. I found out he had a girlfriend early on, so any chance I had was out the window, but he helped to pass the time. We exchanged numbers and stuff until 11.30 when he left.About 5 minutes before closing I went round picking up the glasses from the other tables. Stacking up the empty glasses much higher than I should, one accidentally fell. It smashed on a table before cutting the skin on my leg. It wasn't a deep cut so I ignored it. Whoever had designed me thought of everything. A little bit of. A very outdoorsy lady, very environmental as well. Rides horses too. She lives in Tekapo. She and a girlfriend run a sort of outdoor education and adventure business together – taking people horse-trekking, doing guided nature-interpretation trips, teaching bush skills, that sort of thing.” The kiwi twang was fast disappearing from her speech now. (I should explain about Tekapo. It’s a small town south of Christchurch, a bit over two hundred kilometres away, in a sparsely populated inland area. I was watching porn online - I guess you could say I'm an addict, I have a fucking high sex drive! - and it was a really hot video of a couple fucking on a cam, I was sat on my deodorant can and rubbing my clit like mad til I came real hard. I noticed at the end of the video a message that they'd made the video on a cam website and made loads of money. Well, I didn't even stop to take the can out of my dribbling pussy, I made an account, linked my bank and soon I had the camera turned on me and.