I never knew what boy clothes were. Never remember having any balls a all. Not much hair any where except my beautiful wavy head of hair that is. I th...ught it was normal and for my safety that I was kept locked in my home. Mommy would go out or bring guys back to our large home in the deep woods where she owned several thousand acres. I had a live feed to her room as she did to mine for safety of course. I again, thought it normal to watch her fuck on cam while fingering my ass in anticipation.. Fir maine apne aap ko sambhala aur us se pucha isha kya hua usne kha dikhta nhi main gir gyi muje uthao, bhut dard ho rha he maine ftafat use khada kiya shara de ker.Wo ek dum nangi meri aakho ke samne thi uski chut choti c thi or halke halke bal bhi the bilkul pink colour ki main dekhta hi reh gya usne apna towel uper khich liya aur main ek dum hosh me aa gya.Wo bolne lagi beshram main teri behan hu maine apna sir niche ker liya usne kha muj se chla nhi ja rha muje uthao maine use utha liya. I guessed it was the garage of a suburban house. There were oil stains on the floor. A large green-painted metal trunk stood against one wall. A saw-horse was the only other furniture. Opposite the closed roller door there was a smaller door, open and from what I could see, leading into a house. I couldn't see much because I was still handcuffed and I was tethered to the floor by a short leather strap attached to a collar around my neck. My head ached. I felt sick. 'Water!' I gasped.The cop. He kept this up until he was right at the point of getting past the widest part of the hand, that second set of knuckles and getting his entire hand inside of me. I can't begin to describe the tension...in me, in the onlookers, my girlfriend, and, of course him. At that point, he asked my girlfriend to give me a hit of "poppers" (amyl nitrate, the real thing still in those days). I took it, as I liked it occasionally when getting fucked, and waited a few seconds until the "rush" hit me. He was.