She had bumped her head on the banister.For the next five minutes the entryway to the Pettersen home became a screaming tear-filled flood of insane sh...outing. Ollie's voice rose above the rest of us, drowning out our efforts to explain why we had arrived over two hours late."Stop it!" Rosita came between us, holding her arms up to protect us from Ollie who had his arm raised. He must have heard Rosita or seen her because he dropped his fist to his side and glared at me and at Huley, the blue. “Yeah?” I replied, “You want to see me wash-up, dressed like Lady Gaga?” “Interesting thought,” she said, “But no, I, er…..I want you to tie me up! I looked at her for a moment. She didn’t appear to be under the influence of any illegal substance. This was a new route entirely she was contemplating. “C’mon,” I muttered, “I left my rope on the horse out back and it’s freezing tonight.” “I’m serious,” she giggled afresh then, reaching down beneath her side of the bed, withdrew two scarves. A backless pinstripe lycra dress shows off my shoulders and back stretched tight over my peachy round buttocks. A little pair of white lace boxers underneath just visible as the skirt rides my thighs when I admire myself in the mirror. I then peel down my knickers a little and run my hands over my bare ass. Next I lube up a finger and slide it between my cheeks, teasing my tight little hole. One finger slips into my bum soon followed by a second and a third mmmmm I'm really hard now and. " The waitress lay the check on the table and grabbed the empty dishes before turning and walking away without a second glance. Sara's eyes followed the waitress' cute swaying ass as she walked away from the table, wishing she'd turn and look back. Oh, God.As the waitress turned to enter the back, a woman seemed to burst out of the ladies' room, then catch herself, slow down and walk back to her table. While she walked, one hand brushed an errant lock of hair out of her eyes, then moved to her.