I couldn't believe it, how far I've come. Going from sucking my first cock the week before to now fucking a guy. And now my first gay sex, officially ...bout to be fucked..... It was all just surreal. My mind gave up trying to convince me I was straight anymore. I wanted that dick, and I wanted to get fucked.Fortunately from having just came I was super relaxed. He slid into me with no resistance. My asshole was a smooth lubricated tunnel for his thick cock. Slowly he slid every inch of his 7. At the time I met Sara, I was a 23, part of an inch short of 6 feet tall, and as my mother called it rail thin. My eyes were and still are, a changeable blue to steel gray (Sara always said that she could tell my emotions by my eye color); I had short brown hair and could in no way (in my mind) be described as handsome. I was also not looking to start a serious relationship. I had been out of the army for just over 7 months when we met and just wanted to finish school and get a permanent. Lay face down on this little table, he said. It was very small, only enough room from my tiny body, my C cup breasts just fit through a couple holes that were on the table. Daddy bound my hands to the top of the table. My legs were spread apart and tied to something. Daddy started spanking me over and over, alternating cheeks, I screamed and screamed but he just kept going. Sasha, youre a whore now and Im going to treat you like one from now on is that understood?? he asked while spanking me.. She felt the ratchet begin to move slightly, pulling the hooks slightly further to the back of the frame with each new tooth passed. She felt the cords, the straps, the sheets, press into and onto her even more firmly, threatening to cut into her skin, to bond with her, to crush her into the frame. And then, finally, the hooks could be pulled no further.Ayla was held securely - escape was beyond imagining, almost all movement impossible, but unlike Jade or Tiger, not literally all movement.