They untied the ropes holding my wrists from the legs of the bed, and helped guide me, as I was directed to scooch to the edge of the bed and get on m... hands and knees on the barn floor.They then retied the twine from my ball sac rope to my ankles and shortened the hobble some too.I had to crawl for a bit with the hobble limiting my crawl, and pulling my balls as I crawled, as each ankle was extended.They used the opportunity to hit my poor ass with a crop as I crawled along looking and feeling. .. it just seemed to be a workable and positive choice and the teachers supported it.One day during the lunch time recess, Billy Blankenship came running up to me on the teeter-totter. His eyes were big and he was excited."Ho man, you ain't gonna believe this," he started."What?" I answered back on my downward totter."Debbie ain't wearing no panties," he said."Get out of here," I retorted, "Of course she is, you're crazy." No man, I'm serious," he said, "She climbing the monkey bars now ... go. ”I gestured to the door, “Then let us go out into the night. Clan business is clan business and not for outsiders.”He smiled, “You have until the midnight hour to face me Lan.”He stood before looking around the now quiet room. He glanced at me before turning to walk out. I sent everyone home and pulled Song out of the kitchen before giving her instructions in case I did not return. I knew the master would not just be waiting, I also knew where. I went to dress carefully and sat to think and let. I thought maybe someone might be interested in hearing about it. So, here goes. My wife and I belonged to a swingers group that we stumbled upon by word of mouth. There were 6 couples involved in the group. One of the couples, Jim and Marcie were closer to us than the other four couples. Frequently, the four of us would get together for some fun. Both Marcie and my wife were bisexual and got along great. Jim and I were pretty good friends, but we never really discussed being bi, particularly.