I will tell them that his name was Robert Kingston. He was tall and slim, about 6’2 to my 5’6 and curves, with messy dark hair, the same colour as...mine. We looked fairly alike – embarrassingly, strangers on the street would take us for twins, and people who knew our names thought ”our” parents had named us cleverly – Rita and Robbie.He had (and still has) a cute little chip in his front tooth, instantly noticeable when he smiled. We got together just after I turned 16 (he was 6 months older. What were the chances of meeting one in the middle of a wooded park?“You don’t think i’m already sick?” Liz asked looking into the women’s emerald eyes.Jamie was confused by her question. Then it hit her this woman thought she would be repulsed because she liked shit. Jamie had loved shit herself for so long sometimes she forgot ““Normal people”” found it disgusting. “No” she said, “I don’t think you’re sick or anything else besides one of the most beautiful women i have ever met.”The woman. It's one thing masturbating to girls kissing and having sex, but to meet up with another girl for sex for real was another. She noticed my hesitation and I noticed she was typing again.Monika: Aw, are you shy? Don't worry, I don't bite. Well, not unless you want me to.I began typing again.Me: It's not that. I am a straight girl and have never been with another girl before.I watched as her eyes widened and then began to type again.Monika: What are you doing watching me then? Me: Curious.Monika:. .....................................................In the now lit up basement, I saw infront of me what my Mistress Chrissy had prepared... A torture rack! It looked like a normal long wooden table with leather wrist/ankle restraints at the top and bottom of it and a wheel at the top which, when rotated, tightens and constricts the chain attached to the restraints, causing the stretching out of the victim's body, that victim soon being me! I don't know how I've never noticed her setting that.