” She must have been reading my mind. As I watched her – trying not to drool, trying to keep myself in check she threw me the blindfold – I gues... so her hand would be free. “Don’t put it on yet,” she instructed me. “Just keep it handy – you’ll need it later.” I was happy for the slight distraction and had something for my hands to play with besides myself.She was standing there with her legs apart, breasts standing at attention, With that she walks toward me,hips swaying side to side and when. It didn’t take long for some of the single and even not-so-single women to come sniffing around, but I wasn’t quite ready for that yet.At the end of the week, I sent her an email with a list, not exactly of demands, but suggestions of things that she should consider doing, not just to get me back, but to improve her own life, with or without me.Number one I knew she would push back hard on: See a psychologist, try to get to the root of her self-esteem issues, and why she could convince herself. Within seconds, the trainers joined the hunters, grabbing at Jenny, strong hands wrapping around her ankles and her wrists. White rope followed the hands, her wrists being bound tightly together. A rope was looped over each ankle and pulled tight, a trainer onto other end. They pulled her angles apart and this took the fight right out of her. Jenny lay still, panting and defeated. Waiting to be bred.Her face turned to mine. I swallowed and stepped back, shaking my head. The game was the game. "Timmy looked at me again, this time with a smile on his face. "I'm sure you remember what you and I did last summer."I nodded yes."Well, I did the same things with Mike and Josh. Last summer. And since we all have this one thing in common, I thought we should all get together and do those things with each other."I felt a twinge of jealousy. Timmy did it with two other guys and didn't tell me?Of course you all know what we all did.He told me that I was his first. He didn't force me into it, I.