I checked how tight the bounds were and I feared to find out I struggled to move my wrists in any direction. A sigh that busted out of my chest contai...ed a plea for mercy. From the smile emerged on Stan's face I assumed I'd get none. Thanks to my arms being lifted, my breasts formed libidinously into two standing cups. He spanked them with the fingers. Sounds of the slaps distracted the silence and the atmosphere of kinky excitement in the room. The red straps started to show up as he spanked. They had reached puberty surprisingly fast and discovered that it was hard to suppress teenage urges. Some had found ways to control their desires, by themselves or sometimes with other people. Vicky and Sacha were a pair that found their friendship for each other grow stronger and stronger until a lustful relationship was formed one cold Sunday afternoon. Nothing was to change between them and it was not to be made “official” as such. It was simply two friends with the craving to satisfy. The few inches of supple, ivory thigh between her stocking tops and her sheer, black panties emphasized her innate whiteness. She was an absolute stunner. I had never seen her looking more seductive and I realized that she was so glowingly radiant tonight because she was aroused by letting a black man see her like this; for the very first time, she was letting a black man look at her nearly naked body and she was clearly excited with what that portended. Regrettably, she looked too damned good;. She's talking to someone, but finally looks back to me. I have to tell her not to be afraid, that she'll be ok. I grab her hand and squeeze, but I feel my muscles fail me. "No, no, no, no. Jane. It's ok." I want to say, but my words won't come out. I can't breath. I feel my eyes start to shut, but her voice pulls me back. I have to comfort her, she has to make it through this. "Jane..." I finally say, but she interrupts me. Everything around me shatters. I'm now alone in this store, and I'm.