Two biker type gatekeepers recognized me as being new and not a member of the club where a ‘private party’ was occurring. They hassled me about my...business there, as I certainly wasn’t on the approved guest list (a dump with a guest list?), but this was a problem that money could easily solve and a pair of fed issued Ben Franklins bills got me inside the door. Whatever I had prepared myself for or expected, the Blue Velvet still had plenty of surprises, There was certainly no actual blue velvet. Her ass cheeks were now criss-crossed with the welts. He then stood her on her feel and put her hands above her head and tied them to the rope connected to the ceiling. Now she was under his control just how she liked it. He spread her legs wide and then pulled on the clamps on her nipples. He took the chains on the clamps on her pussy lips and pulled them around to the back of her and connected them spreading her pussy wide open. He once again grabbed her clit and began rubbing it and pulling. "If I'm going to a nude beach one day I guess I better find out if I can do this." Then she turned around and wiggled out of her shorts. Damn, she had a nice ass and I said so. She grinned and thanked me. "I've always loved the part that went over the fence last, best." I said to no one in particular. She spread a towel on the bench seat near the front of the deck and sat down propping her feet up on the rail. I slipped my shorts off, fully aware of the partial hard on that I was displaying.. .. Why don't I drive a cooler car? ... No, Mel, everything about high school was stressful to me. You couldn't give me a million bucks to go through that again." You're right about the drama," she said. "But sometimes ... sometimes, don't you just get tired of life?"I started to say something, but stopped. This was the Melanie I first saw when she sat down next to me the day before. The weary one. She only had a little grey hair—she probably coloured it out—but there were lines around her eyes.