I was cautious as I entered the place. It was cold and silent. I soon found my way down the stairs into the cellar.The smell was pretty awful, I think...it had been used as a toilet by tramps perhaps. I was on fire thanks to that bad man Michael. My pretty dress was soon on the dusty old floor swiftly followed by my soft lacy brassiere. My red high heels made a resounding clunk as they hit the far wall. I was naked in a very safe place and I was in heat?I lay down on the floor it was hard and. "You'll like Stephanie." She told me. "You have quite a bit in common." How right she was. Occasionally I nip out to the shops when Kate is cleaning, the spare bedroom is my an office, but I can't concentrate when she is vacuuming in the flat. It turned out she had been nosing around on my computer - single life makes you very lax at clearing browsing histories it turns out - on one of these days, and must have found my interest for water sports.The next week her friend, Stephanie arrived on. He was looking at my butt and slightly spread legs. I turned and put the weight on one end of the bar. As I was screwing it in place I looked at his shorts. They had developed a tent.Bending over to pick up the other weight I again looked back and saw the man adjusting his tent.Weights screwed on I went back to standing over his face. This time I bent forward to put my hands under the bar.“That chain tastes nice.” The man said.“Naughty, naughty; you’re not supposed to touch me.” I jokingly. “Ummm, Dave?” I heard from behind me.“Mm Hmm”“Can I ask you a question?”“Sure”“I, uh, I don’t know how to ummm...” there was a pause for about 2 seconds. “don’t know how to ummm, you know, uhh play with my ... uhh masturbate and I don’t want to ask my mom because it’s too weird and I want someone to show me what to do. “ It all came out at once, quickly. I stopped typing and sat there for about 10 seconds before turning my chair around to face her.Hannah wasn’t the prettiest teen there was but.