I fluttered my eyes closed and my fantasy tore me from reality. My thumbs brushed over my nipples. "Ohhhh..." Everyone would see. Everyone would be lo...king at me. I pinched them between thumb and forefinger. Seeing my nipples, hard and poking through my tank top. My fingers tightened. Maybe Johan would lift my skirt. Lift my skirt and show my cunt to someone. They tightened further and I gritted my teeth. Maybe a stranger. Maybe a neighbour. Maybe he'll make me take my clothes off in the car. He kept thinking about his friends sucking on each other while he sat watching the video like nothing weird was happening. Mark felt grateful that he hadn't given in when they all asked why he wasn't interested in them going down on him.Frank continued. "Well your mother and I want you to know that we support whatever you want to do in life. We don't believe in passing judgement." I'm not following," Mark said.Frank checked his watch then smiled. "Don't worry, son. You will. Now come on...". Karin heard him move away from her, leaving her hanging by her wrists. She was thankful he had used the wide cuffs. The extra width and strong lacing provided support over a greater area of skin and didn't cut off the blood flow to her fingers. She wiggled her fingers occasionally, and couldn't sense any signs of circulatory distress. She had heard him move away and then there was silence. For a while, the only sounds she could hear were the sounds of her body, her heart beating, the blood. I told him that was fine and he turned and left. I felt truly relieved as I heard the shower start and the stall door close. My relief didn’t last long though, as few moments later I heard him calling for me.“Hey Mom!!” he shouted a second time before I got there.“What?” I asked“I can’t do it!” he exclaimed.“Do what?” I asked.“Hold the soap” he explained “I can’t get a grip on it. My fingers can’t bend enough and I keep dropping it”“Oh” I said, knowing what this probably means.“Can you help.