The photograph was of me. I was naked and on my knees with my arms pulled back severely, bound behind me at the wrist and elbows, arching my back and ...hrusting my breasts out. A rope bound my ankles to my thighs, keeping me kneeling on frog-style legs. The end of a black dildo was visible sticking out of my pussy. A gag was in my mouth. I was looking directly into the camera with a slutty, happy expression, telling everyone I was enjoying this immensely.I puked again.It was a long, sleepless. Once again we had seen few people in the area heard no one around, as soon as we were stripped out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow in the nearby trees as we get down to business I see not one but three guys watching one could have been no older than eighteen the other two in their fifties the young guy was jerking his cock in plain sight the other two a little more surreptitiously. The younger guy came close enough to touch and seeing as how we never told him to leave eventually reached. I have been ever since we met as kids. Who else willask?"I sighed, "You're right, Connor. If I leave it to chance, my escortwill be alumni who might want to 'explore' me. But I trust you, myfriend."Yes, he was crazy for me and I loved him, but neither of us could getbeyond our friendship. We were scared to explore our sexual relationbecause we did not want to spoil our innocence. But leave it to ourmothers to cure us of our reluctance.Just then, they walked by and heard me say it. Both of their. The man watched her naked figure until she was out of sight."What's this all about Sir," demanded the sergeant as the police car speed along the road, after a long pause the inspector said."Did you ever see the TV program call 'Cracker'?'" the Inspector said."Sure" she replied."Well you've got this big ugly bloke, who can charm the knickers off a young and attractive D.S." the Inspector looking across at his sergeant and smiled, "and a confession out of a criminal." Yeah, but that's just TV.