He pressed up against her, reached around with both hands, and grabbed her exposed breasts. "Hey, Kurt!" he called. "Her tits look just the way you de...cribed them." Yea that's the way I remember them." So Kurt bragged to the other boys about seeing her topless!Kathy was dragged back into the family room. She looked down to see that her shorts were unzipped and her white panties were exposed. As someone pulled the shorts down, she glimpsed a wet stain at her crotch. Her shorts and panties were. Though he’d made all his money writing stories for a site specializing in his first fantasy, torturing tits, he didn’t need to ask what she was talking about. He’d written a dozen or more stories for another site – under another pseudonym – that explored his second fantasy. He didn’t know she’d found them, at least until now. And she was absolutely right, he’d wanted more for a long time. He just thought she’d be too squicked to ask. He couldn’t quite hold back a grin as he twisted and tried to. Finding no other way out I entered the next room. My eyes blinked for a while as it was lit more brightly with the yellow light from the oil lamps.When I opened my eyes, I was shocked as I was standing naked in the middle of about 15 pretty girls. All the girls were almost fully naked except a small piece of cloth just hiding their pubes and two pieces barely covering the boobs. All of them were dancing. I have no words to express my state, one must experience it. I was sweating and shivering.I. He quickly folded the 2 hinged cuffs over my wrists and placed a padlock through each hole that had met by the cuffs securing my wrists. The same procedure happened with my ankles. Then a leather strap was run through the hollow bar and each end came to meet around my waist area. The strap was tightly buckled into place and I was told in no uncertain terms that I would be in the stockade for a considerable time and to now put my neck into the last semi-circular steel cuff. Suddenly I hesitated.