Again, I tried for the bucket, but it was truly beyond my reach. ?Ow, ow, ow, ow!!? I whimpered, my wrists hurting badly now. There was a deeper burni...ng in my tautarms, too, the weight of my own body creating a slow racking torture of its own. I tipped my head again, looking up. The rope was passed over the rafter, stretched behind me to the bench. Perhaps ? I tried to twist my body about, kicking my feet, turning my hips, but I was unable to get any kind of leverage, squirming from my bound. All my friends want to meet nice man and marry, but not many nice man in Ukraine. Some my friends they want to meet American man, Australian man… I want meet English man. I go to party for English men to meet Odessa girls – and I meet Robert. He much nicer than other men. He talk to my face not to my boobies…” She laughs a little.“I didn’t tell her I had money.” Says Robert, “But said I was looking for a traditional girl who wanted to have children and look after the home.”“I said, I. If this went wrong then i was totally fucked for the the rest of the year. No doubt a sophomore would be the first to try and earn some respect by ruining a seniors reputation.I just kept rubbing though, trying to seem oblivious of his pants and the stark reality of the situation. This could end up really badly.My hand made it onto the other side of his shorts and was now stroking his cock. It was growing so I was filled with a new inspiration. This might actually go well.Colt leaned back and. I wanted to say suck my hard nipples, but I knew I would have cum all over his table. Those last few tugs traveled down my tummy and into my clit. Then again, I’m not sure if his mouth could have done better. My legs unconsciously spread apart and the squeezed back together. I could feel my swollen clit rub between my wet lips. I felt like reaching down and playing with myself; but with my last bit of strength and determination, I left it up to Pete. I was ready again. I wanted to cum now. I.