It was from Doug. It said to bring the contents for a plannedweekend away.What was in the box? Well, I pulled out a pair of size 9 brown Westiessandal... with an open crisscross knot pattern and a three and a half inchheel. I unwrapped a shiny bronze, flowered short kimono in my size (mymother's size) and expensive suntan pantyhose in a diamond pattern. Therewas a Victoria's Secret bra and panty set in a shimmering bronze. Idon't think that I took a breath as I unwrapped my very own. As one of the men disappeared, she was lifted to her feet and dragged to the chair she had previously been sat in, and dumped onto it. More ropes were tied around her, holding her fast to the chair.She tried to struggle. Screaming to get free, but it was all in vain.Moments later the other man returned and moved behind her. The oldest of the men grabbed her head, holding it still, as she felt something against the back of her neck. There was a buzzing sound, as the man moved something across. ." his hand cupped my searing pussy, " ... and yet, when I do this, you probably still find it arousing beneath all that helplessness and fear." He slipped his middle finger into my slit and glided it frictionlessly up and down over my opening.I didn't need to act for this part; I had been effectively masturbating without direct contact to my pussy for the better part of four hours and when his finger touched my entrance, I felt a bolt of pure sensation tear through my core, like throwing. Yet conversation danced back and forth from sex to PG stuff. I was really enjoying it. His experience was limited. He had hooked up with guys at the gym in the sauna and the showers. And one experience in college. He said he had never formally set up a "hookup" before. It was my golden chance to give him a first. I suggested that if he had an hour or so free, we should meet somewhere and see if we are what we are looking for and go from there. Keep in mind that I have never even seen a picture.