I liked the feeling of helplessness. I guess I was still too young for it to be sexual, but in a way it was ?pre-sexual.? When I was tied up I felt ...warm,? and sometimes my tummy and between my legs would tingle like I was being tickled, but differently.Since I was the oldest child, I had to watch my three younger brothers while my parents worked around the farm. Dad bought one of the neighboring farms and some company bought the other so it was now just us in the area. My brothers and I. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, It was a cool March night. There was still snow on the ground, but the weather was barely below freezing. I wore only a thin jacket to protect me from the cold as I headed home after an evening. Their raiding ship was well known because of the huge wooden Eagle on the prow that seemed to search for booty in every direction. They were only out four days when Jan sighted a small boat off the starboard side. The survivors in the boat were all female. One old grandmother and 2 young girls only recently robbed of their virginity by smugglers of French origin. Even the grandmother had been subjected to repeated poundings of her still tightly clutched nether regions. The two girls bearing. They took 30 minutes to step inside the Cunderdin Museum. They found it hard to believe that it had been established and constantly improved through largely voluntary labour. The result was arguably one of the best rural Museums in the state and all were most impressed with its interpretive centre housed in the old pump house.The Cunderdin Hill Lookout, situated one kilometre south of the main street, appeared quite inconspicuous, but they had been told at the museum that it was definitely.