My school girl crush, from many years ago, reignited again, thanks to modern technology. For the past two years, all you’ve been is a long distance ...antasy. I arrive at the hotel, which is right on the beach. The warm ocean breeze is blowing softly. It’s a perfect day. I saunter into the bar, wearing a straight black skirt, heels, and a tight red t-shirt. I can see you sitting at the very back of the room in a large circular booth, watching me as I walk towards you, both of us smiling. I sit. At one time I pulled my head back and smiled at him. ‘I like the way you dance, are you this good all the time or is this the only thing your good at?’ I started running my hand all over his chest and shoulders, as he increased the grip and pressure on my ass cheeks. He finally asked did I have anything on under my dress, it seem as if I didn’t. ‘I have on bikini panties.’ He felt my ass and ask if I always wore a panties? I told him, ‘No, most of the time I never wore anything when I. I forced myself to calm down and took stock of my surroundings. I was on a doctor’s exam chair, my hands were cuffed above my head with a strap across my elbows to hold them down. There were straps across my ribs, around my stomach and across my hips, holding me securely to the chair. My feet were cuffed into stirrups; my legs spread wide, my pubic area was displayed for anyone to see. I was completely naked and my breasts were bound, forcing them into tight peaks. My mouth was held open. In his far tooconfused state, Jim wasn't taking any of the instructions in, although hedid manage to mutter the occasional feminine "okay" or "I see" now andthen. When the two men had got him started on the treadmill, Jim came upwith the 'clever' idea of reciting his mantra in his mind, so that hewould be in the his most feminine mindset possible. Jim was so desperatefor this episode to end and, while he was tottering away on his highheels, he was unaware that one of the young men had upped.