On the third day I still couldn’t bring myself to clean out Joseph’s room. Having to gather up and discard the worldly belongings of a ten year ol... boy was just a bit overwhelming for me. I mentioned it to Tara and we tackled it together during the long, hot, afternoon.Cary and Edwina flatly refused to even enter Joseph’s room to remove his things. They bawled like babies from just knowing that we were taking care of it. Tara cried quietly while I boxed his clothes and toys for the local church. Then he grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up, throwing me to the bed again.He grabbed my leg and flipped me over; this time onto my stomach and spread my legs apart. Then he went to his bag and brought blindfolds and handcuffs…He tied my hands to the bed posts and put the blindfold over my eyes so I could not see what would happen next. He made me sit up on my knees and pushed my face into the bed while my ass was straight up in the air. I tried to relax and loosen up my anal musclesHe also. The guilt at potentially betraying my boyfriend Dave was countered by my growing desire to submit to someone and feel the thrill I had only felt while masturbating to naughty lesbian fantasies and reading similar stories. Still bewildered at my feelings and mystified by the confident black woman, I twitched with uncontrollable nervousness when she walked through the door and returned to my desk. I handed her a copy of the bill, my hand shaking with trepidation, eagerly waiting for her next. ..wait.....I'll just take a look, it's probably not going to work out anyhow. I walk in, ok, no leagues and not very crowded. There are a few couples and some older guys down the other end. And right there in front of me is a group of 4 young boys. Now I'm thinking, you got to be k**ding me. There is a row of chairs behind the curved bench where the bowlers sit. I'm sure you have been in a bowling alley and know what I mean. So I sit down behind them. Doesn't take long, they say hi. I say hi..