I watched her go through the women’s bathroom door, as I forced myself to go myself.When we got to the Shaun’s car, 2005 Toyota Camry, we noticed ...e was half-sleep in the driver seat. “That was quick,” he joking said.With frustration in her voice, Wendy said, “We didn’t do anything. Micah wouldn’t have sex with me in the bathroom.”Me and Shaun looked at each other and laughed. Wendy went into the passenger’s seat and slammed the door. Obviously, she was more than upset. Before I was able to. He put the suit back and came to where I was sitting and as he stood in front of me, his erection was mere inches from my face."Tim, why are you staring at my hard-on?" I could feel my face turn bright red and yet all I wanted was lean over and kiss the tip of his penis. He must have read my mind as he instructed me to take him out of his boxers. I knew what I was doing was wrong and yet my desire was stronger than my moral compass. With trembling hands, I reached into his fly and grasped his. The blood stopped as she strapped a peice of heavy duck tape across is torn mouth. she spat in his face as the light finally embedded from his eyes.richard woke, yet remained imobile, he was lying naked curled up in ball his blindfoled face buried deep in the sodden, bloody, dirty, mattress. a slave bar was stretched across the broad shoulders of his slightly overweight form, the wrists were held in place by heavy yale padlocks.he felt the warmth of the fire heating his naked body, an ember. Her old fashioned push mower was in one corner of the fenced-in yard, and Tammy gave him instructions as to how she wanted the lawn cut. Tim took in every word and eagerly began.Tammy went back into her house, then returned with a couple of lemonades. She settled into her lounge chair, and crossed her legs, allowing Tim a tantalizing, full view, of her thick, milky-white thighs.As he strained to push the antiquated mower, sweat poured from his reddening skin, soaking his entire body. Damp.