"Stop thinking so much." I can't help it," I said. It would have been useless to argue with her. Monica knew me well enough to know the truth. The tru...h was, summer was long gone, and we hadn't seen each other for months. I'd been so busy in December I hadn't come home for Christmas, and by the time I was able to visit I was already seeing someone else. It wasn't serious, but I was guilty all the same. "Listen," said Monica, easing against my side and laying her hand on my chest, "this is just. Of course they couldn't see this, but even blindfolded they could tell they had entered a large room.They were led over to one wall where, although they couldn't see them, there were four large X-shaped frames padded with leather. There were also two chains dangling from the ceiling. Laura felt herself being backed against some kind of frame and then her hands were raised above her head and spread a couple of feet apart and fastened to the frame. Her ankles followed and were soon spread to the. He pushed it up off her breasts as his fingers found her sensitive nipples. He gave them a little squeeze and pushed something hard against her butt.Christy couldn't think. His fingers felt so lovely on her nipples. No boy had ever touched her bare breasts before and when he squeezed her nipples it sent little electric shocks straight to that place between her legs that felt so good when she washed it extra good in the shower. She was scared, but it felt so good too!"I can't" she sobbed,. I don't need to see your boy junk".My face reddening I head back up to my room to pull on some shorts and I see my mom has my shorts from last night in her hand and is touching the spot of white dried cum. She hears me come into the room, and I can see her blush as she tosses the shorts onto the pile of other dirty clothes. I feel embarrassed also, and realized I needed to be more careful. I didn't want my mom to know what I was up to, although it was pretty obvious she knew. I picked up the.