Another Mike on tap coming up."They both looked at me, and Alison said, "Please?" Yeah, please? He's not my flavor," Jodi added with a grin.I said, "O...ay, but this is the last time. My curiosity has been satisfied. I'm not bi-sexual or anything like that."Alison chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, we know. Now go suck his cock for us, okay? Now you know what we girls put up with."Jodi gave her sister a "high-five".We went up the stairs and the girls sat on the chairs in the room. Of course, Mike was still. I am average height, with olive skin and long black hair. My boobs aren't huge but they are a nice D cup, as for my ass... well I've never had any complaints. The three of us decided to head to a club a few towns over. Tina had heard about a band playing there tonight and I was happy at the thought of not staying local. We each took our own cars that way if anyone decided to leave we didn't have to wait on the others. As we drove my mind went to dark places, I began to think about what it would. One of the things that intrigued me the most were the pictures that I found of women in various forms of bondage, and I found myself looking for more of these types of pictures all the time. I became very intrigued and curious about this whole sub-culture of activity. I didn’t know much about it and didn’t even realize that people really did this, and soon I found myself interested to the point of wanting to try it myself. I cannot explain it but the very thought of what it would be like to be. The pump was in a small shed we referred to as the pump house. It was about ten feet square with just a door in front and no windows. I knew it would get very hot in there in the summer because we would hide there to smoke cigarettes.I knew Mr. Simmons would be thirsty so I mixed up a large glass of iced tea to take out to him. As I got close to the pump house I could him singing. I opened the door and just stood listening to him sing. He had a very deep and pleasing voice. He didn’t hear me.