We went everywhere together. I was big, he was small but it was clear that Billy was top-dog and I the fawning sidekick. He knew I was obsessed with h...s arms; whenever he caught me ogling he would flex for my eager fingers. We tended to do whatever Billy wanted. We went where he wanted to go, watched whatever movies he wanted to see. We spent a lot of time in my basement wrestling. I took pride in the minute or two that I held my own with him. But eventually I would tire and he would twist me. She stuck out her tongue and licked up the shaft. A long sticky stringer of cum attached to her tongue as she licked making a mess on her chin. She licked up again. She went down to my testes and licked up the entire shaft again, slurping in the sticky goo issuing from deep in my loins. I sighed deeply and she looked up laughing. You like it Ritchie?, she asked. I nodded a dreamy yes. I liked! She went back down to my balls and licked each one separating the firm eggs with her tongue. They were. I had said that this weekend we would do it, but at the last moment I chickened out. I'm so embarrassed." She put her head in her hands and started crying again. "Don't worry Tara, when you find someone, you'll know when you're ready. You don't have to do it yet just because you're 16." "Ok... thanks sis." She wiped her face and curled up on the sofa. I held her and turned on the t.v to lighten the mood. After about twenty minutes of watching mindless shows, I felt Tara's hand move onto my. The man was checking the tension in the ropes that bound her arms and thighs to the posts. They must be tight but not too tight. Only Miho's arms and the part of her legs were bound but it was enough to render her effectively immobile. The roof that covered the open porch was supported by five massive wooden beams, a foot wide at least. Each beam was supported by a pair of posts about a foot apart, one on either side. Miho was bound to the posts supporting the center beam, her arms laced.