HOW hot it was and how fucking horny I got. I turned over onto my back and he was propped up over me and I felt his cock on my tummy. I grabbed it wit... my right hand and started to stroke it. I felt I could have used both hands but one seemed to send him into his own moaning pleasure place. I stroked him and kept stroking, we were both getting hotter. I wondered how long it was until I could try to fit this great thing into me... I was not scared now, only horny enough to want it, really want. He explains that soon, I will be wearing these things for him. I am excited about the chance to serve him. He tells me to have Jim, the man helping me, to bag up everything and to hold my other things for safe keeping. Then he texts that he wants me to go to the back of the store, and find room #3. That he will be waiting.I tell Jim and he nods, but hands me a roll of quarters. I have no idea what this is for, but he points the way and I head out. When I find a long hallway filled with doors. I. ” I said, “I am not. Trust me.” He asked, ‘So how can I know whether that girl also likes me?” I replied, “You have to observe her signals uncle.” He asked, “How?”At that time I thought it’s a perfect time for me to get intimate with my childhood crush. I replied, “If she talks with you for hours at night on phone, who gets leave from her job to spend time with you, who doesn’t hesitate to come to your hotel room when you are alone.”He was shocked by my answer. He understood that I was talking. As you know he took me to the woods where I was bound and gagged and fastened to a tree; well the simple act of being bound in the manner he did made me feel so sexually alive my cunt betrayed me by flooding with juices before he even touched me,I can still recall the way the binding on my wrists to my elbows pressed my arms into the small of my back and forced me to thrust my tits out; my mental picture was of my extra large tits looking on offer to all and sundry. Then when he began binding.