I was 15 and she was 14 when we met and started dating. After a couple dates, she let me feel her breasts. Then she felt my cock. When she first reali...ed how big I was, she stopped and said it was so big she couldn't believe it. As we got deeper into our relationship and made love, she started telling her girlfriends how big I was and how good of a fuck I was. At the time, I didn't know it. But, sometimes when we weren't together her friends would flirt with me and I could see them looking at. She wobbled from the drinks as they also tied her hands behind her.. It took Megan nearly twice as long to assume the same degrading position.because of that,they announced that Megan would be the 1st to start the show.She was lead to a padded metal bench and table that was in center of the room.They firmly secured Her on the bench in a sitting position facing the crowd.An older biker now arrived at the bench,placing a bag on the table.Megan's lower lip quivered as she watched him unwrap 2. The rifle he was using was not something I had seen before. The rounds it fired were big, about .50 cal big, but something was off about them. I grabbed the rifle and the spare mag next to it and took it down, setting it next to the wheelhouse.Inside the wheelhouse was a case for the weapon and a box of ammo along with one more mag. In the light, I could see the headstamp on the rounds used by the rifle, and it was definitely that weird writing the Russians use, Cyrillic or something.I was. We were on the second round when I saw her.She was in a corner, standing with three other people, two guys and one girl. The girl was different from the one the week before. I didn’t recognize the guys. I watched them. One of the guys was buying drinks and kept rubbing against her. I wondered if it was a boyfriend and that made me jealous. Flushed jealous. Weird, I had talked to her once for three minutes and I was jealous of her. But that guy was a slime ball with greasy hair and crappy.