Sets of peoples hands held her legs and squeezed and massaged them at different rates. Other hands grabbed her arms and pulled them out to the sides o... her body. Suddenly it was like another large set of horny sex crazed hands went to work. Hands massaged her tight ass cheeks and crack causing her to buck up and arch her mid section towards the sky. She somehow though that if she could raise her ass up into the sky it would avoid it being violated. She was tired and wrong. Her exhausted body. Like Lonnie. I loved her fourteen year old body. I loved her personality too; she was smart and funny, and completely adorable with her soft brown eyes and kinky brown hair. The braces she was so self-conscious of made her deliciously cute. I knew she'd grow out of it though and so I knew I wouldn't love her for more than a year or so. She wouldn't be the same at fifteen.But Jamie ... It wasn't a thirteen year old boy I loved, it was him. I had no interest in boys before and none now. But he. They parked and ducked inside. I followed and found a table, in the back area just close enough so that I could keep an eye on them. As I looked around I noticed quite a few women at the tables and only a handful of men. Amber and the redhead suddenly began to hold hands and the next thing I knew they were making out right there in the club.For the next two hours I watched as they pawed at each other, French kissed like it was going out of style, and stuff at least fifty bucks in singles into. His smile was wonderful when he saw what I had in my hands and he raised his arms up, wrists bared ready for tying up. I pulled his shirt up over his head and relished in his bare chest – smooth and tanned, I grabbed his right wrist and tied it tightly to the bed, then the left. I stood up and looked down at his helpless body, my eyes drifted down to his belt – I smiled a wicked smile. My fingers worked at the belt buckle as I quickly slid the wide leather band from his jeans, I could see the.