"Susan led me on the bed, then blindfolded me. The next ten minutes, oneof the girls, I couldn't say who, kept massaging my cock... I was slowlyundres...ed and then dressed again in clothes I couldn't recognise. Notthat my mind had the energy to focus on something different from my cock.In the end my arms and legs were strapped to the bed."Remove the blindfold" Emma said, in a commanding voice I never heardfrom her.As soon as Susan removed the piece of clothing, I was presented to thesight of. .. while he's standing in front of you? (Again; I am!) – (Remember ... I'm drunk if that's any excuse... )Hmmm, are you one of those people who again ... gets all liquored up (there's a trend here ... keep up people) and upon receiving a text message from a friend who you've always wanted to fuck, drives 30 minutes to go pick her up and bring her back to your place! You're sitting on your couch, watching a movie, she's holding you, you're holding her ... things seem like they are going to be. The girl caved, the police locked me up for a weekend, and I met Dave Ralston.Thinking I was eighteen, the corrections officers threw me into the adult holding tank, and there was Dave. Normal looking guy, Southern California accent, maybe five foot ten, shorter than me. He asked me what I'd done, and I told him. Unlike the officers he guessed that I was a minor, and said if I could be sneaky like that, he might have a job I'd like.At the back of my garage, is a large shelving unit, pretty. " Then he grabbed me by the hair and said, "You're going to be my slut tonight whether you like it or not and started laughing." I became scared. What was he doing? The drug must have taken effect because I must have passed out. When I awoke, he had me stripped naked and handcuffed to the bed. When I started to get my senses back, I start yelling at him."He was calling me slut, bitch, whore, just about every vile name he could think of. When I started screaming, he took his filthy underwear and.