Finally, in a shamed and defeated voice, she answered, “We’ve only done it two or three times.”I let out an audible snort and then, with pure di...belief dripping from my words, I asked, “You’re telling me that you can’t remember whether it was two times ... or if it was three?? ... Hmmmm ... sounds to me like you’re lying, Shelly, and that means you’re getting off on the wrong foot ... You just told me that you’d do Anything I wanted, didn’t you? ... The first thing you’d better do is stop lying. But I could not hide from myself: that experience had lit something inside me and my interest in dominance and submission, bondage and related matters started to hammer my brain day and night.I tried to speak with my husband only to find his opinion on the subject was scornful. Then, I went to the web in search of information. I started to visit places with information, stories and pictures. The more I visited them the more I needed, becoming an addict and unable to stop not just my interest in. Rom: Gudrun_Schyman Question: Care to tell us more about your frat guy gangbangs? Using the plural gangbangS is correct, but first let me explain the build up to the gangbangs... ;pI wasn’t a partier in high school, I was a good girl. I touched myself and used objects around the house, but focused on sports and studies. I had sex before college, but only a few times with boyfriends. My college roommate was the one that pulled me out of my shell. Freshman orientation week she invited me to a. He put his arms to hug me closer to him. Since his legs were together, I had to open my legs to sit comfortably and to check my balance. His friends were siting opposite us and they were treated to a nice upskirt of my red panties. I pretended not to notice it and let them see to their heart's content. My hubby then whispered to me whether I would like to expose myself more as he dared me to go to the bathroom to take off my panties. I was in the mood and so I did exactly what he wished for and.