But then, I think autobiography is, really, fictionin the first person, based on the author's life. Who really can tell the wholetruth? Like I said, I...wish this were even closer to an objective recountingof events than it is, but the embellishments, I hope, are what makes it interesting;and all of it is completely true to my fantasy life, that rich, dark placein my mind where I can be stripped and whipped, or can tie and torment another,out of love and friendship and without doing irreparable. She continued to squeeze her breasts and nipple and she started to rub her waxed cunt.She was really starting to get into the moment when she thought the sun had went behind the clouds then she felt something touch her lips. It felt familiar as she opened her eyes and was about to get up when three men were upon her.The tallest guy who was standing at her head held her down as he shoved his large thick cock into her mouth.The tall guys said to the other two. Look here boys we found ourselves a. Haven't you ever done that? Or is it you are afraid to look at my magnificent body?" Then, clowning, he struck a muscle man pose, right arm raised and bent to make a muscle.I laughed. "No, I don't mind that at all. That is if you don't mind that I might rape you," I teased. Then shyly looking down I added, "Actually I haven't done anything like that since I was a little kid." Well, I'm not afraid of you raping me - as if you'd get the chance before I did it to you. But I guess it can't be rape. She took that in a way entirely different than Ted had meant it.Or had he meant it exactly the way she thought? "Well, uh, Ted, I don't know how to say this." "Straight ahead is the best way, Liz." His eyes weren't on her emerald green ones. They were raking her body from her toes to the top of her head. And he liked what he saw.She wasn't wearing nylons. She didn't have to encase her legs in the smoky fabric to make them look good. She had a nice, even tan that appealed to him. Although she.