Finally I was released from the table and my breasts bound in rope. I knew what that meant. Ive been suspended by my breasts many times before. Sure e...ough... some sort of chain mechanism was being used to left me off my feet. A leg spreader was secured at my ankles. My hands and arms were tied behind my back. I became a human pinata. They were taking turns whopping me and causing me to swing wildly as the rope bit into my breasts. They would slap my pussy and tits as I swung there. I heard. I never had much going for me in life. I was a short, scrawny guy with thick glasses and short dark hair that always stood on end at the most awkward times. But I was smart. I was brilliant. It was the only gift I had ever had in life."You know I'll bet if you had to sign your name right now, you would write 'Steph Garrison' and do it in a perfect impression of my handwriting!" Steph exclaimed, ingnoring my increasingly agitated emotional state. "I mean, this is so weird and all, but it's. Ifelt like such a sissy pussyboy fag ...shaved smooth ...in girls clothes... with a fat black cock in my mouth.I sucked and bobbed up and down on that cock for about 10 minutes . Finally he stiffened up, held my head tight and forced thelength of his nigger fuck meat into my throat. He held me motionless, with justmy mouth around his dick as he started to cum. he shot right down my throatinto my belly. Cum poured in as I struggled to breath. The last shot filledmy mouth I tasted the thick. "Somewhat. I wonder if I'll find the right guy, if I'll second guess my choice, if I'll be happy. My Mom and Dad seem happy, but my Dad is away more than he's home. He's in sales and I always hope I meet a guy with a more stable job than my Dad's" I answered."Maybe I'm the right guy." But how would I know if I didn't go through a slice of life where I met others." You're wise for 16, not that I'm an old sage. I know I could say you were the perfect match for me right now, but there are so many.