I never thought twice about it, it just felt good, was fun so why not. I never, ever felt guilt, and I couldn’t even have told you what it meant, to...feel guilty about that.During my early years, I did all kinds of stuff, alone and with my friends. I recall that me and one boy used to tie a string around our dicks, just to be crazy, and swing them around and laugh. Then we tied them together, with one string around both our dicks, but not tight. I think at first it was really not so much about. The other three had their mouths taped too. I noticed with some satisfaction the Jesus' eye had turned a yellow black colour and I have no doubt he would have turned his spite on me even more had I still been trussed to the bed."They really were going to tar and feather you Debbie," Colin held up a tin of black varnish, which is today's substitute for tar. "I guess it won't go to waste. We did bring some so there'll be more than enough." I daresay you saw more than enough of their pricks. We may have been playing hide and seek because I remember at the time I was behind some boxes when I got my hard on. Thinking that I was relatively safe from anyone looking I unzipped and pulled my cock out. Just then one of my friend's sister came around the corner and saw me with my hard cock hanging out of my jeans. Fearing that she may scream I put my finger up to my lips and shook my head hoping she understood not to scream out. Luckily she nodded that she wouldn't scream but her eyes were. As expected, Bruce answers. I tell him it’s done and she’s ready, speaking loudly so Lillian can hear. She doesn’t know who I’m talking to but it’s just as well. The look on her face is priceless and the way she twists at the cuffs and struggles against the rope around her neck is strangely erotic.By the time the doorbell rings twenty minutes later I’ve already cut holes in Lillian’s $69 Chantelle bra. Her breasts puff though the bra’s makeshift openings and her nipples swell against the.