I only had two other real adventures that summer and one of them happened one morning when the mowing guys came by to do the yard and I was the only o...e home. Both of my parents were at work so I was home alone when the guys started making noise in the yard and I made the mistake, or maybe it wasn't a mistake, of saying hi to them wearing only my tiny shorts and a really tight, low cut tee without a bra.There was a whole crew of four guys and when they got to the back yard they were sweating. And, I told myself, I had gone too far already. I’d hate myself later, for now I’d just enjoy it. ‘Just do it already.’ He laughed breathily against my wet flesh. Brown, desire-drenched eyes met mine. ‘So impatient… What do you want?’ My eyes clenched shut. Why did he have to make me say it? Couldn’t we just fuck and get it out of our systems? I’d be guilty enough when it was over. Did I have to have memories of begging for his cock? Maybe he wanted me to have those memories, I was learning a. Her forearms were pulled crushingly together beneath the leather enclosure. Leather straps at her wrists, above and below her elbows, buckled tightly and pad locked, ensured that her arms would stay trapped. Another set of straps pulled under her arms, across the tops of her breasts and back over her shoulders to buckle back on to the top of the arm binder to ensure the arm binder had no chance of slipping down off of her arms. Her shoulders ached in pain as they were pulled back harshly.. *A whore,* he thought dejectedly. *That's what I'll have to find.* He had tried all of his own lines on the girls here, and then the ones his friends swore always worked. He'd even tried Joey's "How YOU doin'?" that always worked on Friends. Nothing. Zero, zip, nada. He had thought that maybe the carnival atmosphere might make the girls more receptive to his charms, but that had not been the case. Like every other Saturday night since puberty, Steve found himself womanless. Women found his.