That was the good news. The bad news was that my shorts and underwear were also very snug around my ankles. The rope had pulled them down - or up - ...s it slid down my body. I was now swaying back and forth, hanging upside down in the middle of the barn, naked from ankles to shoulders. Oh, yes, losing my pants wasn’t enough. My shirt fell down over my arms as I hung there. I tried to get myself loose, but between my shirt and the twisted leather, my arms were pretty well bound and. Eines Tages ging ihr Vater wieder einmal auf eine lange Geschäftsreise. Am Abend der Abreise sagte er wie immer: "Also gut Emmi, du kennst die Regeln, ja?" Ja!", rief sie stolz und zählte die Regeln noch einmal auf: "Kein Feuer vor dem Schlafen gehen, ähhh.. kein Essen verschwenden, keinen fremden Leuten die Tür aufmachen und.. ähm.. niemals nach draußen gehen!" Der Vater nickte lächelnd. "Ja richtig. Du weißt, warum die letzte Regel die wichtigste ist, ja?", fragte er zur Sicherheit. "Weil. Boy number one: “No man. The bitch started to cry! Something about why don’t you love me anymore?” Boy number two: “I told you that fuckin’ bitch is fuckin’ crazy, man!” I so wanted to tell these boys that their attitude is going to make them miss out on a whole lot of sweet sexual memories that they would cherish for a lifetime. And that it was going to be a long time, if ever, before boy number one gets laid again, after the way he treated the girl whose only “crime” was that she wanted to. I needed a plan. I decided I would go directly home, undress, relax with a glass of wine, fire up some porn and hope, hope, hope I could crank off another one. As I thought about my plan, and about how good my cock would feel in just a few hours’ time, my cock began to swell, and by the time I arrived at work I had an erection that I couldn't get to go down. Luckily it was a cool morning and I was wearing a jacket that covered by bulging crotch as I made my way to my desk. It was slow day at.