The thought of being held secure perhaps even bound, was turning me on by then but wouldn’t admit it to Andy, me being bloody minded and thinking; i... he was not ready to talk neither was I. He mentioned it again one night, and I agreed (apparently reluctantly) to try it, the only condition being that he was to look into the chap first and that I could pull out at any time if I was not happy or didn`t feel safe. He was like a dog with two dicks, he soon found someone in our part of the. I was just happy to belong to their group, or any group that would have me, for that matter.The upcoming party was hosted by our sorority house for a change, and all the girls worked together to make the place presentable. We got the kegs and the food all arranged, and then went about dressing to kill for the frat boys who would be coming, all horned up with their stiffies begging for some action.All week I had been thinking very naughty thoughts. I was preparing for a major fuck fest in my. "The rest of her explanation was interrupted by a bustling Marie,carrying in a plastic handled shopping bag bearing the logo of anearby drug store. "So, is our young lady ready to play her part?" she asked, makingher way to Darla's bathroom. "I, ah, haven't finished telling her about it yet," Janeadmitted. "Why, Jane, it's not like you to stall," Marie chided her. "About what?" Darla asked, becoming more concerned. ~-~Diana was coming up the stairs to find Jane and Marie, so shecould help them. In the act, one of her favorite pearl earrings fell out and joined the hat in the bottom of the barrel. "Damn." she muttered under her breath as she squirmed her shoulders in through the narrow opening of the barrel to retrieve her lost heirloom.Billy came up behind her just as she leaned into the heavy plastic barrel. He was mad and fed up. Something came over him and in an uncharacteristic and bold move he grabbed Martha's ankles and upended her into the barrel.Martha was caught totally off.