My cousins and I and my siblings one night at parents house were watching tv together. I got up, went to my room didn't say anything to anyone. I went...to change my shorts. As I was changing my bedroom door opened. There I was half my shorts on, and my cousin her being 2 years older than me watching me change. She wanted to come in, but it didn't happen.Two weeks later we were at there house, she asked my mom if she could stay a week with us. AFter hours of yes/no from her parents, they agreed. My hands thudded into the small of my back, my wrists heldclose by the handcuffs. i breathed again, as best i could with my face buried in the grass. Silently,i thanked my Master for the gift of the handcuffs. No control, that was better.With no control, there could be no mistakes. No mistakes, no punishment. iunderstood now. But i knew, as i grew and flourished under Their care and tutelage,that there would be more control, and i would have to learn to avoid the mistakesmyself. i felt His hand. He was younger than us , about 20, and had a tight body that I wanted to see and his jeans made me want to tear them off and fuck him raw.We were all well and truly pissed when Tim turned to Pete and I and blurted out “so we going to fuck or what” we all looked at Sam and he said “sure” and with that the four of us came together. I made my way straight for Sam and began rubbing his crotch which was already bulging while my dick was dying to be set free.As I began to unzip his pants, Tim worked. " She smiled, glancing at the desktop and discs sitting on the backseat of the cab."Whatever you say, Skippy. Yes, I do like computers. I'm glad to see you are recovering rapidly. Uh... what in the world were you doing out here?" I'm a senior at a Christian college outside of Philadelphia. I was attempting to make it down the coast to my parents' home in Florida. They are elderly but refuse to evacuate. I wanted to be with them. I'm adopted but they are the only mother and father I've ever.