"Use the oil so your hand slides more easily, okay? Remember, go slowly at first, and play with the head . . . it's the most sensitive part." "I absol...tely will!" she said almost thinking it was Christmas and she was about to handle a very cherished present. Then, pouring oil into her right hand, she reached over and grasped his cock. At first touch . . . it began getting hard again. He put his left arm up on the back of the couch, and his right arm around her shoulders to hold her close to. Alongside the fire we were illuminated to everything or everyone who might be aware. And I didn’t care. This was a new place, a new existence. I didn’t even know that much about it, yet. All I knew or cared about was that I was sharing it with Bo and in all ways possible.The experience was just at the point of feeling that my vaginal opening would be torn by the stretching required by the knot. I knew, rationally, that that wouldn’t be the case, but the experience was different and caused. My semen cascaded down, coating my hand, cock, and stomach.I continued fondling myself as I recovered from my self induced pleasure. A few minutes later, I got up to clean the mess.Doug and I took Sue and Karen out a few times during the last two months of our senior year. Like the night of the prom, the girls rebuffed most of our advances. When Doug and I talked after our dates, we shared our experiences. He told me Karen would let him feel her tits, but no more. I let him know I was. Jane then came and sat on Kirsty’s arse, as if she were not there, Jane opened her legs to give a lovely view of her full thighs and lovely stockings. “I have this kit for my friends, they treat me like a slut, whenever I am in the mood, so Sir, are you willing to punish two whores tonight?” “Fuck YES” I stuttered again. Gaining my composure, I looked in the bag, it was briming with ropes, chains, restraints, straps, dildo’s, strap-on’s, tape, cuffs, butt plugs, everything one would need to.