Maybe if I write down what happened I can make sense of it, and make mydecision. My name is Cindy Carmichael, and I'm twenty-five years old.After a f...lse start, I thought I had found my "prince Charming", and thatlife simply couldnt be better.Now I've learned it was all a lie.It all started when I was still in High School. I guess I was the highschool princess. Popular, pretty, and with the best guy as my boyfriend,who could ask for anything more?But high school comes to an end, and that's. .Looking over his performance reviews at work. (I fucked Geordie's boss regularly, and he willingly had sent me e-mails with progress.)Soaping my breasts, I considered what I'd put poor Geordie through. He had fantasized about the chastity cage, and been fascinated by Curry's cage.As soon as I'd put Geordie in the cage, he'd begun whining that his sentences were too long.Apparently what he wanted was to wear the thing for an hour, then have me play with his cock, and then get to fuck me. No,. I was exploring the limits of my sexuality and was constantly finding that my limits were easily stretched.In the summer of 1988 I was seeing a cute guy, who was a couple of years older, named Doug. Doug and I were definitely compatible in our desire to explore sexually and we took every opportunity to do so. We had a few close calls while having sex in public places around Chicago. We loved to have sex on the ferris wheel at Navy Pier. If we rode the "L" late at night, I would always sit in. She backed a few steps. I moved in closer.“If you talk you are at risk” I said, trying to keep my voice down but at the same time wanting to sound firm.“Please go Jiju. Someone might come in. It won’t be good for us.” She whispered, almost pleading.She had begun to sweat and was breathing hard. Her beautiful cleavage was opening and closing with each breath. She saw that I was staring at her breasts and she quickly moved her hands up to cover her chest.I moved closer to her and said, “Vani..