Gwen covered herself in a hurry and ran out of the bathroom. The other girls followed and surrounded her in curiosity."Why do you have hair on your ch...st?" one asked bluntly."Are you okay? What happened to you?" asked another."Are you a freak?" continued a third.Gwen was overcome with all of the questions and statements that her teammates now threw at her. Toni followed at the end, a smile on her face. At last she had found a way to strike back at Gwen for taking her place on the field. This. Something else occurred in my life at that time that I remember withcrystal clarity. The story might not seem like much to an adult but itwas traumatizing to me and I think led to behavior that I have repeatedfor much of my life. I was potty trained early but as I got tokindergarten, I remember my mom's frustration as I continued to wet thebed each night. By second grade, I had the occasional dry night but mosttimes my morning ritual included a visit to the washing machine. Everynight I. You might not like it but I am going to have to tie you up.” I told Amanda as I was whispering into her ear. I rolled Amanda over onto her stomach after that. I retrieved Amanda’s hands and pinned them behind her back. Amanda gasped when I started tying her hands together with ropes that held tightly with the knot I had tied. My next move was wrapping a long sock around Amanda’s head and pulled it into her mouth. Amanda was greatly surprised by all of this but only a whimper escaped her lips. I. I said ok.We both went to his room and all followed us.I wanted a shower before anything, so went to the bathroom and opened my clothes there. I didn’t know that the door was not working well. I was all nude and taking shower; suddenly door opened and all three Africans came nude inside. They were shaking their dicks; they were huge even they were not hard and erected. I told them, I said no for three together but they were laughing and said no worries, we all will fuck you one by one.I was.