“That’s not very helpful, Bobby,” she said.“It’s easy to hug somebody. Maybe that’s because I’ve done it a lot. Calming them is harder b...cause it’s not like they get calm all of a sudden. Sometimes I have to do it a bunch of times before they calm down, kind of like petting one of the cats in the garden.”“I wish we could experiment,” she said. “But we can’t.”“Why not?”“There are ethical issues, Bobby,” she said. “When you do things to other people without their consent, you’re violating their. But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school)was not defaced by our scribblings.Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags.But too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back. He said give me one answer, and I promise I will leave you. Did you like the massage, don’t you feel my touches on your breasts, don’t you a like a man in your life, Don’t you have a crush on me? I said yes after thinking a lot.And he again caught me from behind but this time very lightly and asked then why should I stop? And started kissing my neck and ear lobes. This time I can’t resist him more and lost myself in her arms. He kissing my neck passionately and pressing my boobs over my top. He. I'm gagging. Moaning. I hear yelling. Several guys holding me... Carrying me somewhere. Taking the mask and handcuffs off. Some water. More beer. More weed. More everything. I feel better and relaxed, dazed, lost. ROUND TWO. I'm placed prone on the floor over some cushions with my ass in the air. Dicks in my ass and my mouth! This seems like a dream. Seems like hours. I'm tasting and gagging on cum. My ass getting fucked hard! Lots of toys painfully shoved into my ass and mouth. I'm gagging..