Maybe I should have hit you harder... Well, there's a next time for everything."They took me by the hands and led me over to the table. It was a long,...rectangular wooden table. About the perfect height to"Bend over." Mike said, pushing me down. His feet pushed my legs apart, and I knew he would want me to open my cheeks. My hands reached back, but Kate grabbed them and roughly bound them behind my back.The wet wood felt cold against my skin. it was damp and uncomfortable, but the same time. “Could I feel it” she askedShe loosened her grip and I moved my hand away from my shaft, then it was her hand gripping tight around my cock just moving slightly back and forth through my trousers. “That feels nice and hard” she saidI relaxed back in the seat, kept my legs tight shut to make it stand up proud for her to play with. She looked fixedly in to my eyes as I started to slid myself in to her hand.Her hand moved on to my trouser button and she was having a tussle with it, I undid. Can't he at least say hello back? Whatever...A few days ago, my grandparents invited me to their villa, and my parents practically forced me to go. It's not that I dislike visiting them as I love them very much, but there is no internet, and I don't know anyone other than my grandparents there. Spending several days in a row there is super dull. The last time I went was five years ago for only one day, and it was boring.My flight leaves early, so I ordered something to eat while packing my. Shelly was going to move into the sorority house and was looking forward to it. All in all Megan’s summer was just like any other girl preparing for her freshman year, with one exception. Ever since Shelly had told her about being in the club and what she had to do in the club, Megan couldn’t stop thinking about it. Megan masturbated ever night, sometimes picturing Shelly with all the guys and sometime picturing herself with the guys, always being used like a whore. She would finger herself.