(my old high school girlfriend looked like Ferrah Fawcett if that gives you any indication of my age.) My eyes moved over her and stopped on her chest... She shirt was deliberately too tight to show off her small but firm little breasts. A small B cup I would guess. My eyes wandered lower. When I had laid her down her legs had sprawled open a little bit. Now my eyes traveled up her pale thighs to the darkness under her skirt. I could feel myself becoming suddenly aroused. I tilted my head to try. ’ she butted in. ‘Wait, let me finish because this is hard for me to get out.’ I blurted out and paused while I collected myself. This was so hard to say. I could feel my face turning red with the effort to control my emotions. ‘You mean a lot to me and so does your happiness. You and I have a special friendship and I don’t want to mess it up. So what I’m telling you is that you need to follow your heart, where ever that leads you, and do what you think is right for you……and your special guy.’. He led me back outside barefoot and brought me around to everyone showing off his pet, letting people feel my breasts, examin my spider gag. I couldnt help but drool. He tied me to a tree and flogged me all over. Deliciously painful, but I so love the warmth it gives my skin. He was enjoying Himself as well. I could feel him increase his tempo and his force. I could hear others screaming around me, no doubt in the spider web of chains, or the swinging nets, the lacing station, or suspended. I lived in Kent and worked in London. Auntie Rita and uncle Peter lived in South London. They were keen 10 pin bowlers and asked if I wanted to join one evening which I quickly agreed to. After we had finished it was late and my parents agreed that it would be a good idea to stay the night with them. I slept in their spare room and as usual I had a wank before I went to sleep. I wanked into a handkerchief, put it under my pillow and went to sleep. I got up in the morning, had breakfast and went.