I did suggest her to look out for the young boys and have fun with them, but she was afraid of the security and how easily the image of a person can b... defamed. One doesn’t have to sacrifice their pleasure just being afraid. Since she was comfortable with me and already seen me, I said I would be willing to help her out and make her happy. She was quite happy with it and we exchanged the contact numbers.Our chats shifted from Gmail to WhatsApp and it was getting intense. She was damn hot and a. We came to a door and Willie pointed, whispering, “in here!”When we opened the door we were all horrified by the sight in front of us. We were staring into a ‘house of horrors’ type torture chamber.The three women we’d been looking for were all dressed in leather ‘dominatrix type’ outfits and were mercilessly torturing what appeared to be about an 11 or 12-year-old boy.The sight was heart rendering!The poor kid had weights pulling down his tiny testicles, a huge dildo crammed up his rectum and. He continued to kiss my neck which distracted me from the pain a little. It was getting less and less painful over time, and just when I thought I could bear it he rolled us both over so I was on top of him, this seemed to make it go in more, well it hurt again anyway. He grabbed my hips and started moving me around, it being a water bed he was still able to easily push up into me. And it wasnt long before he said he was going to cum. I wasnt sure what he wanted be to do so I just kept moving. " No," she said, "I think it makes you look pretty. And I'm going to buy itfor you as a present."Man I was going to argue with her about the halter top but I was soembarrassed to be in the girl's section of the store, and in a girl'sdressing room wearing a piece of girl's clothing, and I didn't want totake the chance that anyone would hear us and I just wanted to get out ofthere so I finally said, "Okay, whatever," as I pulled off the halter topand put my boy's shirt back on."You're sweet,".