They caressed my neck and shoulders. I was tense, but somehow the hands relaxed me I knew whoever it was would never hurt me. Slowly I began to apprec...ate that it doesn’t matter who is doing the massage, I simply relaxed and enjoyed the sensations.The hands drifted slowly down my body. They were now on my upper chest, gliding across the upper slopes of my breasts, before moving back up to my neck and stroking the delicate skin there. I tried to move, but the ties, soft as they were, stopped me.. " And rubbing yourself, your clit?" My clit? Like inside?"Holy crap. I know my Mom and Dad didn't explain much to me but, well, this was terrible."Your clit. Have you heard of it?" Yeah, I've heard the word." Well, it's not inside, it's, oh, geez, Megan, maybe you should get a girlfriend to show you this stuff." Do you know about it, about how girls do it?" Yeah, I've, well, you've got to promise that this is all just between you and me. okay?"She agreed and I continued, "Well, I've done it. " She stumbled forward, standing between his spread thighs. He pulled her arms away from her chest, running his fingers over the curves of her breasts and down her flat stomach before turning her around, grabbing a handful of her pert ass and squeezing until she yelped. Letting go she relaxed only to let out a small cry as his hand landed heavily on one uncovered cheek. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" When she didn't answer he smacked her ass again. "You will answer me when I speak. Before I even had a chance to talk to her, a large bald guy who looked like the MMA fighter Fedor approached her. I continued to drink with my tour mates. A few drinks later, I was talking with Punchline and a couple girls on the tour, when I turned around and found the redhead standing behind me, trying to get by on her way back from the bathroom. With my back still to her, I turned around and began. “Who are you?” I asked. “What?” she asked. “Where did you come from?” “The bathroom. Where did.