..?" He paused, waiting for my nodded confirmation. "Well, well, well.We'll have a nice little chat in here all by ourselves."His hands had worked up ...nside the loose legs of my panties and hisfingers were squeezing the cheeks of my bottom."Such a pretty, clever little girl... such legs... 'He withdrew his hands after a final affectionate squeeze and raisedthem to the elastic band which sustained my panties about my waist,and in a moment I felt them being slipped down over my hips.I waited. Anne used what room there was. She turned, took Stan by the shoulders and pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Then she stood back in the doorway. Licking her lips, she slid first one, then the other strap off her shoulder and shimmied. The top half of the dress fell to her waist, revealing her lacy white strapless bra. She impatiently shoved her dress the rest of the way and it pooled at her feet.Anne wasn't wearing panties.Anne grinned at Stan, but he didn't notice. His eyes were firmly. I new a couple guys who knew some friends that were interested too. I was told to meet at a local motel room.So I showed up I knocked on the door,it opened up I walked in it was shut and locked behind me I was sourounded by 6 guys taken down to the floor my clothes taken off I was then stood up handcuffs were put on my wrists behind my back walked over to little round table bent over it face down my legs spread wide and tied to the legs tight with rope my ass cheeks were pulled apart spanked. As a kid I had a choice when my parents divorced to head to San Francisco with Mom or stay here with Dad. It wasn't a hard choice. Despite the grief my dad gave me for not getting my shit together and aiming high like he had, and despite the adventures possible with my mom who after ten years denying it, ten years married to my dad, discovered her free soul and explored it on the Haight with a hippie boutique ten years after the hippie had been buried somewhere nearby.A successful businessman.