Anyway, Saturday morning finally came and Karen and "the gang" showed up at my house honking horns and making lots of noise that had me racing out to ...eet them and trying to quiet them down before my parents came out to see what all the fuss was about.Karen casually introduced then we all piled into the back of the pickup truck and headed for the beach. There were 5 of us that day, Brad, (who was driving) Marcy his girlfriend, Bobby and Karen and myself. I immediately started obsessing that I. After descending some wooden stairs underneath the old house we found ourselves in a warm and gently-lit room - nothing sinister except that the walls of the room were lined with erotic pictures of pure acts of submission. There were frames fastened to the walls with linkage points for chains and ropes and hanging nearby was a rack with restraints, paddles and a short stick with a tassel of leather strands at the end. In the middle of the floor was a trestle with a broad black leather-padded. A couple of years ago, I unfortunately lost my job and I was beginning to worry what I would do when I received a message with an interesting offer. Like most people I’m on a few social networking sites in some way or another. I actually have two profiles on most of them thanks to my dual identities. After 2 months of job searching I had taken to asking around on Facebook if anyone knew of any jobs in my particular area of expertise. It seems in my weariness one day I had accidentally updated. He was one happy camper, I will tell you that. He kinda walked funny, but he made it back to the trailer.Now the second friend, well he was a "touchie" Which I very much enjoyed. Never have I felt such smooth fingers rubbing my cunny over and over so gentle, I wet over and over. He was so nice, he even rubbed my wetness under my nose, and let me lick his other finger clean. I loved it so much, I almost forgot to collect the money before he left.Now for the rest of the afternoon, it was one.