It was if i now had a clit...a clit to play with ..to rub to orgasm.This was exactly what I was doing in the pink satin covered bed on thelate morning...of my 2nd day of forced captivity. Not jumping up to try toescape again...no....i was playing with my new clit...fascinated by itreally...i was losing it for sure. But i kept on rubbing and started toplay with my sensitive and already erect nipples as well. I feltsomething on the bed...taking it in my hands it was a realistic paintedflesh skin. I want to get pregnant in May of our senior year. I think I can get back in shape before baseball season in college. I want to keep playing ball with you."She was right. Besides, with any luck, in ten years I might be able to get a few records in both sports. I always thought it sucked for guys to break records who were so obviously "juiced". I wouldn't be playing long enough to set the consecutive games played record. That was a shame because it was the one I always admired most. I'd have to. I could see a faint line of pubic hair just below his naval that seemed to point to the cock beneath the shiny material. I made small talk with him and at first he was his usual dismissive self but slowly it dawned on him that I was looking at him differently. He suddenly smiled and patted the bed for me to sit. I jumped onto the bed and he grabbed me by my hands and pinned me to the bed. He began to dry fuck me. His hard teen cock head pressed through the silky material of his shorts and the. "I hope this will stillwork," he said. "It has been years since they were last used and there isa real possibility that the locks have rusted solid." So saying heinserted the key and turned it. To the surprise of all of us the dooropened smoothly. There was no squeak of rusted hinge or groan ofdistorted wood. Graham was busily snapping away, taking pictures of theoutside of the house as well as of the two students making an entry. Weall stepped inside.Given that it had been locked up for over.