" Evanstared silently at me for a moment, and then said "You seem a lot wiserthan a twelve year old, Stacy. That was really deep,"We practiced three ...ore nights, until we really had the number down pat.I learned how to wait on Evan , and he on me; we were getting our timingdown, a sort of sixth sense about when the other was going to make amove, so that everything, the dynamics and tone shading as well astiming, was perfectly in sync. It was like football practice in a way,when you learn how. I rubbed my dick without fear of ridicule. We talked about trying new things and then tried most of them to see what there was to see, then talked about how it felt.Beth Ann didn't seem to be holding back and I certainly was giving my all to our relationship.Late Sunday afternoon, Beth Ann patted the couch next to her and drew me into a hug. She said, "I think I know what's going on here." That scared me. "You are like a different person - totally new - as if there is someone else in there,. “That’s not funny!”Lannie kicked off her shoes as she walked away, thenreached down and pulled her dress up and over hershoulders.“Darn,” she said, lookin down. “I forgot my panties inPeter’s car. Oh well.”She continued on to her room. Susan scowled at her thenstormed after her.“Now you look here, young lady,” she growled. “First ofall, those were my God damn panties, not yours!”“Oh, I’ll tell Peter to give them. While I was being held, they put me into what was more like a large leather harness than a bra, complete with the same sort of nipple clamping accessories as the other one. The clamps were installed, just as I had hoped, then a leash was attached to them this time, and I was led down a long corridor.I could feel the blood rushing into my private areas, slowly writhing on my bed, working the "tool" I held in my hand.The tool that he held in his hand when I was urged through the doorway into the.