. I would roam around the web looking at pictures ofgirls, either in bondage, tying up guys, or tying up women. I had heardstories of Guys getting tie... up by girls, and vice versa, and it made myblood boil. I was very active in self-bondage, but, had still not actuallytold anyone of my fetish.Then I got a chance, I received an email inviting me to a costume party atan exclusive swingers club, then I saw an item on Craigslist that got myattention:Silicone female bodysuit and chastity belt for. ." he chuckled, "We'll put you in the dungeon. Junior! Show Unca Chuck the house."So ... I walked beside Unca Chuck and gave him the grand tour.I showed him the ground floor ... The Rooms of State ... Press Room ... Formal Dining ... Throne Room ... Formal Entrance and Grand Veranda. The rooms were sufficiently 'Royal', 20 foot ceilings, Canadian Maple and Vermont Walnut ... foot wide English chestnut flooring."Momma had these rooms added after she gave her first Press Conference and nobody. “It tastes too good, baby” papa said while admiring my pussy smell. He took an ice cube in his teeth and started teasing my pussy. “Ooh God” I screamed with extreme pleasure and ecstasy. He rubbed the ice cube with my cervix, the sphincter of my anus, the slit, the clitoris; and then inserted it inside my cunt. “Amazing papa, amazing” I squealed while looking back like a yawning cat at his mouth doing the tricks at my womanhood. I was really dying to take his strenuously hard cock in my waiting. Amy's other trait was her tats and piercings, she visited back street tat shops where old men stuck needles into her fat flesh, and possibly gave her one, without her feeling them inside her, relieving themselves in a teen bod for free, well actually, she paid them for the tat or pierce, which they might put down as their fee for fucking her, well that's my take on it, as I know one of them tried it on me, trouble was I had a brain and could suss him out, long before his dick was.Now why did I.