You act like I have alztimers and can't remember anything. grin I'm just joking, don't get upset now. I am very sarcastic, or did you forget? lol. I o...ten wondered myself what would have been if you wouldn't have ended things. It did indeed hurt when I read you were sure and that was it. But what was I suppose to do? As you said, you were 17. I couldn't just drive up to your parents place and claim you as mine, that would not have ended well. But the thought was there. I was mad for a while,. Others she'd been out with would have already dragged her hand over to it, saying something like "I got somethin' for you, baby." The fact that he was looking out the window as if his pants weren't threatening to burst open fascinated her.And then a third process entered her head by way of her loins as she reacted to the obvious evidence that he found her attractive and that he WASN'T a jerk who made it obvious. Well it WAS obvious, but he wasn't drawing attention to it.She squeezed his hand.. The crowd erupted in cries of joy and celebration. Ankneela’s mind reeled. She had expected to die, but now this - what did it mean? Before she had time to think, the food-girl appeared before her, smiling and bowing, and led her away from the celebration back towards her hut. As the crowd parted to let them pass, the women bowed as Ankneela had seen them do to the other feathered-ones. Was she actually one of them now? But she still had no idea what they were.When they reached her hut, she saw. So I dreamed up a way for her to be tied but for her to still be in control of how long I gave her oral sex. We already had bondage ropes that I usually used on her wrists and ankles that I had made from some old leather belts (shortened with extra holes drilled in them) that were tied to fairly strong nylon clothes line. But I made an extra leather collar that would lock around her neck (not tight) so she could not remove it without the key. We have a king sized bed which has a center.