We all looked directly at Vicky’s cunt making the young girl acutely aware of the humiliating situation she found herself in and rather than make he... lower her skirt it only encouraged her to raise it higher and bend her knees slightly, revealing more of her perfect cunt. There was no doubt that she got a rise out of being humiliated.“That cunt there is the one that my virgin cock is going to enter.” I grinned“Ross… stop that… right now… this has gone far enough… and you girls have gone too far. " Then let's find out." he said as he opened the bottom drawer of his desk. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable." Keith said as he motioned to the chair in front of the desk.Carole sat down and placed her purse beside the chair. Keith pulled several coils of rope out from the drawer. Carole didn't see what it was at first. She realized it when he came out from behind the desk with his cords."What the hell is that?" she questioned, becoming a little uncomfortable."This is rope." he replied.. I turn her head and give her a deep sensuous kiss on her lips while I caress her right boob. I ask her to take her bra off and wear only her T-shirt. She says “Don’t put on the lights”. I say OK. She is now without bra and then the first thing I did was to feel her boobs. The feeling was awesome as this is the first time I touched her there. She moaned “Ummmmmm”. I told her that she had the best boobs in this world. I then lifted the right part of her T-Shirt and bent down. By now her nipples. And most of the time, I didn't particularly care one way or another. That's part of the problem right there. I didn't care.Shit. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in.