Dolly got some short slips toreplace my undershirts, and the undershirts disappeared, too.Then one Sunday morning in October Dolly presented me with a...pair ofpantyhose."You're going to need more protection against the cold, Darling," she said."These will give you an extra layer of warmth under your trousers."I felt as dubious about these as I had about the panties--and maybe moreso. Panties were one thing; they were great as long as I didn't think tooclosely about what I was wearing and about. ”“Yes, I am a little slut and I need to be taught a lesson.” she cried out. She gasped as the words left her mouth; shocked at her own inhibition.“That’s right,” he smiled, “and you want me to fuck you, don’t you little whore?”She nodded as he unzipped his pants and removed his shirt. His hard cock sprang from his pants freed from its prison. “Now get on your knees and suck this cock like you love it.”She complied, kneeling in front of him, grabbing his muscular buttocks and pulling the six. I was only in 9th grade and really wasn't all that experienced with sex, much less guys. I had kissed a few girls, fingered a couple of pussies but that was about it. My brother I had fooled around sometimes, just kinda innocent stuff like touching each others cocks and squeezing each others balls. Nothing big time at all except one time I kissed his cock while he was sleeping next to me during a camping trip.Anyway, back to my story. His name is Mark and he would come home during spring break,. I picked up the last item that was laying next to me. Putting my hands behind my back I used the lock attached to the handcuffs to connect them to the D ring on the back of the waist belt on the leg binder then I locked the handcuffs around my wrists. I had looped a paper clip in one of the links of the cuffs before which I now used to engage the double lock feature on the handcuffs. Once they were locked I tossed the paperclip away and took one more look at the timer. There was a minute and a.