Instead, she was silencing him with a ball gag. She put a knee on his chest, both to pin him down and inflict pain, and as he grunted in agony she fas...ened the straps on the back of his head. She stepped back to take in the view."You're pretty as a picture," said Angie with a giggle. "And that reminds me - time for the camcorder." She ignored the urgent sounds coming from underneath Michael's ball gag as she took her time setting up the camera on a tripod. Satisfied the angle was right, Angie. " Going for five pounds, hard money, twice, sold right here." He pointed at me with his wooden mallet. "Sale's over."I stepped up, signed a paper for him and put the coins in his hand. He gave me her signed indenture contract."She got any clothes?" I asked."Clogs," he said."What's your name?" I asked the girl who was standing at my elbow, watching the proceedings."Ain't saying," she said, looking down again.I looked at the indenture contract. "Says Penelope Claggett, that right?"She. While he caressed my bare mid riff, I felt his bulge, in his pants.He now was roughly squeezing my ass cheeks and slightly yanking my denim shorts, upwards while we embraced passionately.I loved the attention he was giving me. I now was caressing his back; near his shoulders, with my eyes closed and kissing him. I then broke my embrace and stared into his eyes, with only lust. Licking my lips and smiling at him.I then lowered myself onto my knees and I rubbed his bulge in his pants. My eyes. So this was before we had any idea about swinging.The weather had been awful and the forecast for the rest of the week wasn't very good. So we'd decided to save our money for a trip sometime later. When we got back home there were no parking spots in the front. So we emptied the car and I parked in the back. I didn't think to check the mailbox since there was a stack of mail inside from where my dad had been checking it daily and putting it inside for us.My father wasn't home when we got there.