Then Iblacked out.**************My awareness started to return slowly. I could tell I was stretchedout on something soft with my hands bound together...in front of me. Myankles were also bound together and I was gaged and blindfolded. I hada headache to beat all headaches.For a moment I felt anger well up inside me. This woman had walkedinto my office and subdued me without working up a sweat. I was alwaysweaker than everyone else in my family and my mother had been againstme working as a. Ken watched in amusement as the couples raced, bound left ankle to left ankle and right ankle to right ankle, from the trash bin around the big oak tree over to the backstop past the restrooms and back to the starting point. Most couples fell down at least once, with the woman landing flat on her face with her partner landing on top of her with an "Ooof!" It was even more comical watching them struggle to stand again.Brenda walked up to Ken and said, "Amy's contests get more risqué each. ’ I hear you say as your free hand rests playfully on it, its hardness now firmly against my stomach. ‘You are a big boy, Vic,’ you say and I am quite chuffed with that as I always feel inferior to the studs in the porn magazines and movies. ‘Just lay back and let me help you do something to relieve this hard stick of yours.’ Your fingers encircle its girth and you give a delightful little giggle, I move my hand down your body towards your stomach but you stop me. ‘Not yet, you naughty boy!’. “Oh, I’ll come to her in a minute! Well this was getting so orgasmic, I got so carried away that I didn’t realize my Uncle Peter had joined us!”“There wasn’t much left for him to do surely?” I quizzed, with a smile.“One would consider so, that was until later it was then that I realized his attendance as you might say. I thought it was Dad, but Uncle Peter had been working on my bum!”I looked toward June with a look of anguish. At this stage I had my hand over my mouth, I didn’t know whether to.