A.S.A.P!" Okay, you've a right to be sceptical; but you watch this; if I can get it to work! This isn't easy you know, and they were a little on the b...rief side, when it came to explaining everything!" Who were?" They were the ... well, the whatever-they-are's, who run that place!" What place are you talking about, June?" Oh bugger, Peter; you just watch this?"Then she screwed up her face and instantly June was standing before me, dressed in a tiny bra and a thong."Not quite what I was hoping. I was exhausted by the time that you untied the knee ropes and turned me over on my stomach. My arms had fallen asleep and every muscle in my body ached, including my jaw from the prolonged use of the large ball gag. Still, you turned me over and raised me onto my knees so that my bottom was sticking up. As you untied my arms and retied my wrists together over my head, I wondered how I would endure. I knew that the new position would mean at least another hour of playing. I didn't think that I. Weed wasn’t really working for him anymore. He just felt like shit. “Fuck,” he thought. “I just spent 100 bucks on her fucking concert tickets, and now I’m almost out of money.” James had insisted to Amy that he couldn’t afford the ticket, but he knew how much she wanted to see the concert. Jacob Baber, or whatever the fuck the singer’s name was. Some gay shitty music, just another one of her teenage fads that would boil over in a couple of months. He had obliged and bought the ticket, just. When I was clean, she moved toward her bed. I stopped her. She met my gaze, one brow up. "What, sweetheart?"I crawled up onto her bed and laid on my back, my head nearest her. She smiled down on me, her head shaking. "Want me on top?" I nodded. She laughed softly. "You want momma to ride you, don't you, baby girl?"My stomach fluttered. I nodded, and a moment later she was lowering herself down over me, her hair tickling my stomach, her inviting pussy hanging over me. I pulled at her and she.