The party was moved inside and they started lezzing out. They were all over each other and then here come the strap ons. They were fucking each other ...nd I knew it would happen to me too. One of them made me spill a drink and Donna told me I needed to be punished , I cleaned up the mess and told her I would be in the room waiting on the bench. They all came in and Donna strapped me in, I opened my mouth for the gag and she said we want to hear you scream. My punishment began and they were being. It was not unique, as the woman in this story actually indulged my fetish until she tried to give a blowjob to another boy in my neighborhood and he told on her. Eventually had to move away when I was around f******n or so.I have always been turned on by big, stinky female feet. My best and most memorable experience occurred when I was eleven with a friend of my mother. It was pretty much through of this experience, along with experiences with my older sister and mother, that I earned my taste. Her budding orgasm went from the possible to the probable with those thoughts."Are you ready?" Her minder was getting impatient."Nearly." Her voice sounded tight, strangled with her need. Was she ready? Could she do it? Could she let everyone see her again, touch her again, maybe fuck her again. Her head was spinning with fear and excitement, but her heart thumped 'yes' and she drew a deep breath."Now! Do it now." She shouted.The doors rattled before first one and then the other were swung. They'll need them more than their rifles." With that cryptic comment he left. I found out what he meant the first time we went on patrol.On the main highway, about 2 miles north of Bugs was was a Bosniak village, comprising of about two dozen houses, a small mosque and several small farms. Our patrolling was supposed to deter Bosnian Serb attacks on them.Basically, in the area around Bugs, the Bosniaks were being attacked by the Bosnian Serbs. In other areas it was the other way round, or it.