Amanda was too busy checking her make up to notice I was purposely slowing down to see who would step out the other side. It was a nerdy-looking teen ...ged girl in glasses with dark hair, about eighteen. Wearing sneakers, black jeans, and a comic-book T-shirt, she looked nervous or lost. But she wasn't going anywhere except following her mom and friends into the room.As I parked the car, Amanda quickly hopped out and demanded to open the trunk. White guilt was hitting me. I really wanted to wake. She felt her left arm pulled to the side of the bed and rope tied around the wrist. She did not move as he moved to the other side of the bed and tied rope around her right wrist then pulled it toward the head of the bed securing the end of the rope to the bed post. Janis breathed deeply as her left wrist was tied to the opposite bed post. Frank could tell that being bound had an arousing effect on her by watching her tits rise and fall with her raspy breathing. Her nipples stood out from her. I wanted him to tie with me.. Fuck me you bastard, I screamed !You know I want you both to cum deep inside me! I look to the side and see two more guys with their dogs, watching and taking pictures with their phones. When they saw that I had noticed them, they walk over for close-ups. Pulling their cocks out and put them in my face. The man under me tells me suck some dick, every dick I can reach with my mouth. One guy came instantly in my mouth. I swallowed as he steps back and urges. What happened a little over thirty years later was unthinkable at the dawn of 1970. We talk about an innocence before the JFK assassination. Well, looking back, we were in another sort of innocence then, years before a few terrorist cells could wreak havoc on whole nations like the USA and France. What remained the same, past, present and future, was the revelry. People were having a blast, some no doubt intoxicated or close to it. Obviously, they had hit the bars before coming out here..