I found it quite fun dancing withdifferent boys - tall ones, short ones. Heck a couple of them were atleast in their thirties! These older guys all wa...nted to dance muchcloser and had their hands around my waist a lot of the time. I foundit strangely stimulating to have guys touching me so much.Two or three of the boys were friends of Cassie, from her senior class.Several of the boys asked if they could call me. I was too polite tosay no, but I didn't give out my phone number - I didn't want. I had a smile of satisfaction on my face as your sweet countenance once again occupied my dreamy sleep. The aftereffects of your story on my body soon had me ‘asleep’ and once again dreaming.After releasing your hands, I help you descend from the upper bunk. You now stretch out, on your tummy, on my lower bunk. While we are just talking about what has happened, I begin idly stroking your bare skin from head to toe. Your low talking slowly changes into whispers of about how relaxed you feel. "I can't just leave! I have to go home!" My voice broke and I started struggling."Morgan," he ordered and she grabbed my wrists in an unbreakable hold that was completely at odds with her tiny frame."Connor, I can't leave!" There's no choice, Trish," he said grimly."If I don't come home, Claire will call the cops and they'll be all over your family and you'll have to hide and never come out again." I was beginning to panic."It wouldn't be the first time," he said coldly."I won't let you ruin. "Angie gasped to herself, as she was taken aback by such an exclusive in depth sight of Daniella's perfect anatomy.She could only admire the view for a couple moments, as Daniella stood up strait again and turned around.She was holding a pair of ironclad handcuffs."What's this?"Angie grinned as Daniella got back onto the bed, and sat down on top of Angie."Well, you know..."She just giggled as she slipped the cuffs onto Angie's wrists, and with no resistance at all, cuffed her hands to the.