’ You then sense me move towards you, place my hands around your shoulders and quietly ask you to take off your dressing gown. Totally naked I guide...you to the caning bench. I ask you to bend over it before fastening your outstretched arms securely with leather straps to the front part of the wooden frame. I then tighten another strap around your middle before securing your thighs and ankles. You are now effectively restrained into a kneeling attitude with only a pad for comfort to rest the. “Backpack! Humph! What kind of woman has a fight and walks out in the middle of the night armed with a backpack, sleeping bag and tent? She must be pretty resourceful,” he thought. He liked that idea. He had never found needy, clinging-vine types interesting. There had been plenty of them around when he was in college. They were always mooning over someone – “usually brainless jocks” he thought to himself, though he had his share of followers, too. He remembered one girl in particular. She had. With a smile Brad said “Aren't you going to come over here and give us all a warm greeting letting us know you want all of us?” I got up and went to Brad and put my arms up around his neck and planted my wet lips on his in a French Kiss, opening my mouth awaiting his tongue to violate it. And that he did with a strong passionate embrace & kiss. Once he was done kissing me he introduced me to each of his friends allowing each of them to kiss me and to feel me up. Once done kissing the four of. Darcy, and to a much lesser extent the aloof Jazz, helped Lena. They hadn't always been surgically altered to perfection, and knew scores of tricks and tips to perfect the illusion. I had always passed, but now I looked prettier, sounded better, and was able to sustain my womanly existence for days at a time. And I had to admit, it would have been exciting if the circumstances weren't so strange. That said, I was able to look good in clothes such as shorts and t-shirts, something I was never.