17 August Dear Diary,Another picnic with Willow and Kennedy as when they suggested we should go and get a sandwich I agreed; I mean I knew it was puss... we'd be eating, but I didn't know what they meant by sandwich.We found somewhere nice and sunny, but with plenty of shady trees and more importantly far from prying eyes. As Willow unpacked the basket me and Kennedy unpacked ourselves, stripping down and then, as Willow laid out the food, we laid out each other. Slurping and kissing and eating. He knew my protest was weak, that there was no way I was leaving without trying. And he was so right, so very, very right.I stood, turned, he unzipped me out of my dress. He forced me down on the bed, his body and arms so strong I spread myself submissively. He lay down next to me, kissing my cheeks stroking my bare tits. My nipples, so sensitive, so exquisitely painful to his pinch. I whimpered like a school girl.He leaned over to the night stand and retrieved a bottle of lubricant. He handed. I am bathing in his sweltering sweat and millions of his come babies . He finishes me by taking his pole and using it to spoon thick splatters off my face and milkers into my mouth. I hungrily lick the remaining splooge off his throbbing spear. My mouth is full of his seed and I savor and love the salty and bitter taste. I swish it around in my mouth for what seems like forever. As much as I love that testicle come in my mouth, I know I must swallow every heavenly drop for his conquest of. Then almost alarmingly you heard the distinctive movement of chains, being moved into place, you felt the slight tug on several points of the back support, before feeling yourself being pushed back and then found yourself hovering above the floor supported on the swinging canvass support.A spreader bar was then attached to your left wrist and passed beneath your canvass swing before being fastened to your right wrist. This prevented you from raising your arms or hands. A similar spreader bar.