They lifted her ankles pushing her legs wider and higherRachel now more on her back than butt her hands desperately trying to loosenthe grip on her an...kles. The nurse grabbed her arms pulling them behind herchair backrest binding them with rope.The general watch until finally she was in position. The leggy blonde half lay inthe chair her arms tied behind it, her legs open and high her ankles bound withrope around the tops of the two bamboo poles. Her breast heaved with effort herthong panties. My preference was for the sluttyprostitute look, rather typical TV stereotype. My fantasy was always tostay dressed for longer periods and occasionally I would manage morethan 24 hrs as my life allowed.I am also into bondage and really quite like both dominant andsubmissive roles. I see myself as straight sexually and all this isjust an irrational hobby or fetish that I enjoy. Not sure its cheaperthan going to watch the football or other more typical male habits.Eventually I found a wife and. “Very well, I had a brief talk with Mr. Klein about you athletes.” The way the word athlete dripped out of his mouth like a rotted fish told her that she was in deep trouble.“A lot of you expect special treatment. I understand you’re the star of our Volleyball team. As an athlete you have additional responsibilities. It is clear that no matter who started this fight, as an athlete, you had the physical strength not just to win the fight, but to avoid it altogether. You need to take this. “Your argument won the day, counselor.”“Oh my god!” exclaimed Blake, reaching down and grabbing his crotch.Charlene caught Blake’s manly reaction as she sat back, resuming a somewhat more modest posture. “I guess that means you approve.”“Shit yeah,” Blake proclaimed.Tommy picked it up with, “I guess you’re kind of used to this.”“If you mean dancing in shirt and panties… yeah, I guess I have done it a time or two.”“More like, several times, maybe?”“So I like partying in panties and a shirt.”“You.