Jones was a guy who lived a few streets down from me. A couple friends introduced him to me, and invited me to join while they looked at some pictures... The pictures where of naked women. We where fascinated. There was one in particular that I remembered were the women used their boobs to twirl tassels (like the ones you get when graduating.) He would comment "one day you will be able to do that too." While in the group all we looked at was naked women. Eventually I would go to his house by. "He looked at my eyes, spreading his thumb upward in my rectum... which forced against the brush in my vagina. I shrieked loudly, and nearly jolted out of their grasp."Oh yeah, she feels that!" he shouted, "Hold er tight, damn it!"They gripped my arms tighter, and yanked my thighs outward against their hips. He wiggled the handle again, sending sparks into me. Again I screamed."You're gonna lick my balls and suck my cock, aren't you,slut!" he shouted, wiggling the handle.Wide-eyed with terror. “Looks like we have no pediatric supervision!”“Uh, huh. And, how do you plan to use that insight?”“Well, I thought we could play a little ‘truth or dare’”.I was game. “Okay, you first. I pick a dare!”“Oh, no you don’t! You pick ‘truth’!”That was puzzling. I had thought that I had picked ‘dare’. Whatever. “Ok, Truth! Do I get to pick what question I ask?”She had a happy, impish glint in her eye. “Sure, as long as the category is ‘test results’!”“Uh, ok. Test results?”“Yep! Like, mine are. We checked our bags and took our boarding passes to the security gates.We had an hour before boarding so we sat in the bar. Tamara left us and went to shop for some souvenirs. Michael and I chit chatted. He told me a few war stories from his movies. I really like this guy. I felt I had a new "friend."Tamara came back with a couple of bags containing t-shirts and knick-knacks. I guess I just never got into the souvenir kick, but it sure excited her.They called for boarding and we loaded onto the.