He had me bend over and began to finger my butttelling me about how men who didn't have women around found pleasurein each other. Uncle Jon said the o...d sailors, cowboys, mountain men, prisoners,military and other groups of men did it..but most of them never toldanyone. It was natural.He asked if I and Brad had ever done it and I said the truth. Wehadn't.It hurt the first time. But in the morning I moved my bare buttagainst his crotch and he fucked me again..the second time was allotmore fun. No matter how much adjusting I did, my aureole protruded around the edges of the tiny triangles. All of my manipulations had awakened my nipples which were hard and protruding, like tent poles, popping up the sheer, see-through fabric. The g-string provided even less coverage, the top of my camel toe, albeit covered by my neatly trimmed pubic hair, peeked out from over the bikini bottoms. I felt flushed and short of breath, my heart began to beat faster.Standing in front of my bathroom mirror,. The boi stumbled out behind his owner and found himself in a strangeroom as the dungeon door closed behind him. It took him a little whileto see that he was in fact standing in a walk-in closet, filled withstylish men's clothing; the obviously expensive, but very discreteclothes of a millionaire with good taste. He turned to look at thedungeon door only to see... nothing. There was nothing to see. He lookedat a blank wall adorned with a large tie rack and a narrow shelf,presently unoccupied.. " I just nodded and pulled them back up,strangely the thought of wearing them wasn't bothering me as much. Theywere more comfortable than my boxers at least, but I'm not going to letJen know that. I started to pull the bra off Jen said, "Leave it on, withyour baggy sweatshirt you won't be able to notice your boobs anyway.You're not binding with these anymore though, we will figure somethingelse out."Fully dressed I looked in the mirror and she was right, you couldn'treally notice my breasts.