Speaking of fucking, I started at sixteen. I only waited that long because nobody tried it with me. I’m not very good looking so didn’t have to de...l with dates trying to grope me and wanting blow jobs. I was real curious about sex but my parents wouldn’t even say the word, let alone talk to me about it.Lenny was older and no better looking than I was but paid attention to me, something I was starved for. He led me down the path and took my cherry. He would hook up with me a few times each week. And he didn’t bring the car.”Ginger guided us out of town with Jessie’s arm wrapped in mine, smiling and encouraging me that the surprise the two of them had in mind was going to be something special. It took us a solid hour to get to the destination. We ended up on a narrow paved country road that wound its way through the typical local countryside of corn, soybean and wheat fields before arriving at our journey’s end. A wooden wall greeted us. Someone was hiding something. A full fifteen feet. I took a deep breath as if I were going to dive into a pool. Both feet on the ground, I pulled myself up and walked straight to the front door. As I waited for Bobby to unlock the door and let me inside, I looked around to see no one staring or causing a scene. I guess everyone just was busy with their own things. I leaned against the brick wall, my feet apart. Looking around at people walking by, cars passing, my fingers slid over my hip and to my pussy.I was surrendering to the danger and. There was another smaller strap over my upper body holding me flat to the bench and keeping me from lifting up as he pulled my arms unmercifully towards the ceiling. He had tied my hands behind me hours before in what I thought would be a fun game but nine hours later there was a rope attached to the ceiling hoisting my hands skyward and twisting my shoulders to a frighteningly painful position. My legs were strapped to the legs of the bench with what felt like the same straps as was over my.