I keep my head raised to see him working the straps at the ankles, my legs resting in the stirrups, spreading them wide. I test my restraints and fee... the leather bite into my skin. I can’t move. I’m firmly held in place, in this revealing position. I panic a little. What the hell am I doing? But Gary’s reassuring touch soothes me once more. With one small squeeze of his hand, he reminds me that we are doing this together, that I’m not alone. Helping me remember that this is an adventure, a. His parents were in the living room, watching some show tailored to their demographic. He thought it had something to do with crime. He was in the kitchen, both the love note and his 8th grade yearbook sitting on the round wooden table. A picture of a very pretty girl, and her phone number.He was frightened to death of both.This, he thought, was what happened when you stayed within your circle of friends. You never developed certain social skills. Other boys probably didn't have this problem.. He’s becoming very aroused, meanwhile Lieutenant Lekas, looks as though all his presents have come at once. He has a look over being over-stimulated, the visual is too sexy and the reality to good to be true. He feels he will cum many times today. He reaches out and touches her upper back, but he does so with such reverence and a possessed look on his face, like Asya’s body has some holy relevance for him, as if he was a pilgrim trying to touch a saint’s tomb. He runs his hand through Asya’s. Sometimes, she comes home in a good mood and lets me wank over her feet before I clean and massage them for her. Sometimes she is in a bad mood and leaves me here all night, or even worse, brings her girlfriends round to take turns milking me with a strap-on, their heels clicking around me as they laugh and take photographs.I hear the door close and sit in silence, a string of pre-cum connecting me to the stool.After a couple of hours, I hear the door open again and the voice of Julie, my.