She looked him in the eyes.“Damn, Becky, what’s up?” One said.“Yeah, we just wanted to chat,” Another one continued. “We just wanted to kn...w if the rumors are true."“Hold up, how you know my name?” Becky said.“We’ve seen you around. At frat parties, various other functions, etc. Don’t you have a boyfriend in the military?” The driver said.“A little birdie in your house told us,” His friend said.“Yeah.”“So, we don’t want to hurt you. We just want to know if the rumors are true.”“What rumors?”. Curiously, I hadn't spotted their pebbly prominence before, even though she seldom wore a bra under her tight tops.Certainly it was no surprise that the sass-mouthed babysitter was not a virgin. Even though she was only fourteen, it was practically a given that a girl like her – single parent home, bad attitude, smart-ass – would have been despoiled by now, probably at the hands of a slightly older boy. And the way she behaved, I would rather expect that that unknown pioneer had merely been the. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. I guess you don’t wanna go rollerblading this weekend, then?”“You’re not mad, are you?” Polly looked up. “I’m sorry. But I just moved here. I need to make friends.”“I--I wanted to be your friend.” Diana’s cracked.“I mean REAL friends, Diana.” Polly shook her head. “I need more than just one friend.”“Okay. Yeah. Fine.” Diana snapped. “Here.” She tried to push the glass container in Polly’s lap. “I baked these for you.”“I don’t want them.” Polly pushed them. Ich atmete tief durch und schloss den ersten Teil der Handschellen um mein Handgelenk. Ich nahm die Hände auf dem Rücken und schloss nun die zweite Handschelle. Ich war gefesselt und so aufgeregt wie lang nicht mehr. Nachdem ich mich im Spiegel beobachtet hatte wollte ich nun die Handschellen lösen und meinen Penis berühren. Ich nahm den Schlüssel von der Kommode und versuchte die Handschellen zu öffnen. Dies hatte ich vorher schon in normaler Kleidung getestet und war außer ein paar.