She knocked then came in "your father wont be home tonight, he has business outside of town as usual" alright I replied. "why have you been so quiet t...day? Is it cause of last night?" im just not in the mood to talk i told her hoping she would just leave my room then it clicked for her. "was it me"I didnt know what to say. I didnt want to lie, she always knows when I lie but I didnt want to face the truth either. I said yes as I looked down to the ground avoiding her eyes. Sweetie its okay to. Fliss felt Jon's arm behind her as she perched on his lap, and for the first time in weeks she felt safe. The warmth from his leg beneath her seemed to ease the soreness in her loins. Tension drained from her slight frame, and Jon felt her relax all her weight onto his thigh. She laid her head against his shoulder and whispered, 'I trust you Jon, I trust you with my life.' She sobbed quietly against his shirt. She didn't see the tears streaming down his face.Within a few minutes, Jon pulled his. Angelina took the two ends attached to the ball and secured thentightly at the back of my head. I tried to speak to could make no sound.I really was at Angelina's mercy and whims."Secret and surprise number two. I like my men gagged silent, I like tolisten to their moans of pleasure and their cries from behind the ballgag firmly in their mouth." She looked down and stroked my cock. "I seethat you like being like this too."This was the first time that I had been bound and gagged, and it was. .. and were nothing special to me. Kinda cute! I also had an older brother, but this isn’t about any of them.The first time I met a girl whom I thought was pretty, it was the initial night that I went to Cotillion. Yeah, that’s where I got the idea for writing about ‘Charles, Claire & Kalista.’It was 1964, and I was eight years old. The Cotillion was happening in the Knights of Columbus’s hall in our town on Tuesday nights. Two weeks after school was over - I was expected to put on my Sunday.