You didn’t have Page 3, there wasn’t nudity on TV or in films, so you might think ‘what awful times’. The saving grace for me was that I didn�...�t need to see much, and the excitement that built up in me as we got closer to Friday and Ready Steady Go!, the dancing girls who showed their knickers in very short skirts, giving me hands-free ecstasy and wet pants, was overwhelming. Trouble was, with no ‘pause live TV’, no re-wind, no recording of any sort, and just three channels to choose from, with. She didn't and they did, and there she was sprawled on the couch with nothing but her panties and bra on. The bra was just a trainer, but she scarcely needed that. Their voices woke her.They joked about her as they went to work. They said things like "There's a pretty little ornament," and "I guess we have to pack her with all the rest of the stuff," and "Man, if she wasn't so young she'd be fair game." The tone of their voices was playful and non-threatening. The 11-year-old got over her shock. It was silenced when she stepped onto the carpet. She looked around at the various BDSM devices I had set up. Her heart sped up a few beats and her breathing became more audible. She was excited and willing. "Take your pick," I said. She replied that you're the boss, you call the shots.I then stood her in front of it and bent her over, lifted her hands backwards over her head and clasped her wrists around the window bar. I handcuff them into place and move to her feet. I place the spreader bar. ”She flipped the phone around to show not one but two thumbnails of photos queued to send in Messenger – one of his filthy face a moment earlier, and the other of his rosy arse with face pressed in her cunt while she gave the thumbs up to Patrick. Colour draining from his face, he searched the top of the screen to see the intended recipient. Beth. His last girlfriend. Not the most acrimonious break-up he’d had, but definitely not someone he wanted seeing those photos.“Tap send.” It was not a.