When it did not’t work I lowered back down then stretched again. Over and over. Up and down. Faster and faster. I fucked myself hard on the pole. I ...creamed when I came. I lowered myself down on the pole exhausted and covered in sweat. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I started to cry. A million thoughts were running through my mind. I wondered if I would get arrested when the sun came up and I was found. A light came on in a house behind the store on the second floor. I saw someone. “She's got a pussy full of my cum. I know you're both dying to taste it out of her tight twat.” “Yes,” they groaned together. Allie was helping mom set the table, something suspicious. “I kept hearing these weird noises while I was studying,” Allie said. “I don't know what they were. Like the house was settling or something. It came from the twins' room.” “Oh,” Mom said. “I'm sure it was just nothing. This house isn't young. Bound to hear funny sounds.” “True,” Allie said, looking up. “Tara and. I came up with what I thought was an ingenious way to really self torture my clit and deep in my cunt. To give me the ultimate pain. I gathered a 1-1/2vacuum tube and cut it about 8 inches long. I got tape in taped 2 small rubber ties with hooks on the end to both sides of the two close to the and that was cut. I then set up a weight lifting bench and raised where you put the barbell on its holder to its highest setting I fastened ankle cuffs on each side to except my legs and secure them.. .?And so the conversation rolled on. Mark told me that they ran a youth group (for anyone under 21, which was then the 'age of consent' for gay males in the UK). Would I like to go? "Yes" was my eager, excited reply. The following Saturday at the prearranged time, Mark meet me at the door of the centre, a non descript building in the middle of a rather run down area of the city centre. There was no sign outside (this was the early 1980s don't forget and 'queer bashers' were not only numerous,.