Thesensation I felt inside as my curious hands explored my newly-buddingbreasts would make me run my tongue-tip over my parted lips and thrustout my b...ttom, to show me how quickly they could arouse my hunger andheat. My smoothness became as much the symbol of girly me as my girlsclothes had previously.I slowly slid my hand up my flat tummy until I felt my ribcage begin.Then just a little farther up my hand encounters a large fleshy mound.Well not that large, but not flat boys breasts either.. Her first time wasn't mine to take. I handcuffed her hands behind her back and then forced a ring gag into her mouth to make her dribble spit down her chin and tits. A dog collar and leash was attached around her neck before I led her to her master for the night. A man and his gang that Grace knew well. Seeing him again caused her to freeze up in terror. The cause of all her misery looked at his old slave and grinned whilst Grace's enslaved mother rushed off the man that was fucking her and. Her path as always went by my house. I was outside pruning some bushes for my father, wishing it was her burning bush that I was pruning the moment I noticed her approach. Why is it I thought that she seems to always be passing by when I am outside, or perhaps she comes by this way more often and I caught a glimpse of her occasionally. It was late in the day and the strong yellow sunlight cut its path through anything that was in its way. She walked towards the sun and was just passing my house. I am a little confused about this. You call me boy, you have spent the last year playing the dozens with me and now you want a date. So what the hell is going on?" The answer is simple white boy, 'because I can'." The only thing she agreed to was our date being on a Wednesday night.Even though I had seen pictures of him and knew what he looked like, and I had read his stories and understood his mind, I was not prepared for him. He was not very tall, maybe five foot nine or ten, but he was.