She slowly calmed down and only then pulled away."So tell me what this is about?"She took a deep breathe. She seemed still distraught. She might break...into tears again any minute."My friends, there's five of us," she began. "We've been together since we were fourteen."I knew this familiar story. I interrupted, "You've agreed to do things around the same time."Natalie nodded."I want you to take your clothes off now so I can comfort you." But..." Shhhh... ," I cut off her protest. "I still want. She broke off her massage long enough to shed the blouse and dropped it off to one side of the bed. Then she sat up straight, her hands on her bare thighs. Her spine was straight, her shoulders back - the graceful, controlled posture of a gymnast.Mark's eyes filled. She looked like she was just past puberty: small, firm, pert breasts with tiny, tight, excited nipples. He slid his hands up from her waist until his thumbs swept over the mounds of her breasts and scrubbed her sharp pink tits."You. Their quarterback and linebacker, along with a running back and a block came over to us with folded arms. 'Well, well, if it isn't the retarded kids, ' said the linebacker, whom I later found out was called Jimmy.I should probably describe Jimmy. I had imagined him for some reason being black, but he was actually about six foot four, a hundred and fifty plus kilos, (which roughly means three hundred and thirty pounds) of pure redneck. He had beady eyes, a tattoo of a snake running all the way. Now you lay on you back bound by thick leather manacles on your wrists and ankles in a spread eagle “X” position to a large heavy wooden table carved with strange and ominous runes. The tunic you sleep in has been stripped off, leaving you in just your loin cloth.The bondage table that restrains you is well lit by a large wooden and iron chandelier that hands about five feet above you. It is the only source of light in the room, however, with the fringes of the space disappearing into.