His name was Vic and he was in Tampa on business. Hubby and I finished our drinks and Vic offered to but us another round, we agreed. At first we exch...nge small talk then he asked us what we were looking for. I really didn’t know how to answer him so I just smiled. At that point Vic put his hand on my knee. I hadn’t had a man touch my leg, other than my husband, in over 20 years it made me a little nervous yet very excited. As we talked more he slid his hand up my leg. Vic said that he had. Female teachers standing along the walls of the gym in our bras and panties.When I had reached my assigned spot, I was told to put my legs together. One of the guys took off his belt, coiled it around my ankles and buckled it, so that I could not move my feet.There we were. Ball-gagged, handcuffed and unable to move. Ready for inspection.And inspected we were! The students strolled back and forth giving us the elevator look. It was immensely embarrassing. But it was also a bit … I don’t. They should have been torn up, but the calluses had protected them. Shaking his head, he said, “These bones of mine are encased in leather.”“Anything broken?”“No. Stubbed my toe, but there isn’t much you can do about that,” replied Jerry. He walked over to where the Caddy was parked and said, “Let’s move it up about five more feet. No need to be working on the car in the sun.”It didn’t take them long to get the car positioned under the tree. Walking around the car to the driver side door, Jerry. I loved this, and I wanted everyone to know I loved it. ‘I’m your fucking sissy slut bitch.’ ‘Goddamn right you are,’ said Desmond. He gripped my shirt and tossed me face-first on the couch between Jill and Lily. The girls squealed, then separated to give me room. My eyes fell on Jill’s lower half: Skirt hiked up around her waist, panties off, legs splayed, one hand caressing her glistening clit, the other hand clutching her fifth or sixth or seventh glass of wine. Her legs were hairy, her.