Now I am not gay but I am open to pleasure, besides I thought, I brought Anne here to get out of our sexual rut. "If Anne say’s it’s OK I replied,...then please be my guest." We both turned to look at her, my cock now semi erect, John’s beginning to show signs of life too. Anne tried to reply but no words came out, slowly without taking her eyes off Johns growing member she nodded her head: yes.John lowered his knees to rest on the blanket in front of me. He then looked at Anne and whispered. I attempted to say thank you, through a coupleof 'MMphs.' Understanding what I wanted to say, John said "Your welcomed," andcontinued on with what he had planned. Encircling my waist with rope, he knottedthe rope in front, by my belly button. Next, John tied the base of a vibratorthere as well, so the vibrator would hang down, with the tip hanging nearlyon top of my sex and switched the vibrator on, low. My whimpering took on new, distressed meaning as my ebbing sex drive quicklydid a 180, and. Jack had bettermotor skills and applied the pink nail polish much more precisely. ThenI told them we needed to sing both verses of God save the queen ten timesbefore I could use my hands. That took endlessly long, and Finley was outof sight long before we had sung it the second time.So we stopped singing, and I used the rest of the waiting time tointerview Jack about his preferences in nail polish colours. Why did helike pink the best? I tried to get eye contact with him, and I held bothhis. I looked up from the book and saw Mary sitting there. Now Mary might have been the school fuck pig, but she was no skag. One the ten scale Mary was a solid eight and possibly even a nine. She opened her lunch bag and then she said, "You going to the prom?"I shook my head no and she asked, "Why not?" Can't get anyone to go with me" I said.She looked at me with her cool green eyes and asked, "Do you want to go?" I don't know. I suppose I should since it's supposed to be part of the high school.