Or at least it wasn't for me. I suppose it would have been if I was normal. And until that day I thought I was normal. But I soon learned I wasn't lik... most girls my age ... or any age."I was on my way home from a friend's house one Saturday afternoon. We lived way out in the country and it was a fairly long walk. My friend's brother and another boy offered me a ride."I accepted, of course. I knew both boys. It never occurred to me they would do anything to me. Nothing bad ever happened to. . Riveted to the straps were 4 straps,each one was 2-inches wide -- one that would go around my torso above mybreasts, one below my breasts, one just below my ribs and one around my waist.I quickly buckled the straps, slipping a small "poodle" lock throughthe tongue in each buckle. This harness fitted tight - in fact, the waist wasso snug that I knew that my waist had been reduced to 24-inches. The lockssecured, I looked in the mirror. With the black straps of the harness contrasting tomy white. Several minutes later Digger lost interested. He had been unable to push his knot into Victor’s small orifice. He slunk back to his bed in the corner, confused and frustrated. Rhonda said she was sorry he was frustrated but Jean said not to worry. She would ease his disappointment later. After they all showered and got dressed again Rhonda, Ann and Victor thanked Frank and Jean for their “hospitality” and headed home. Victor did complain that his bum was sore but didn’t say he was sorry it was. I’d long suspected that Beckywas a slut, but the energy she put into getting myuncle off was proof enough. She used both hands tostroke Uncle John’s prick while the crown stayedbetween her lips and his hairy sac peek out throughhis fly.“Let me fuck you,” he whispered.Becky took his knob out of her mouth. “I’m having myperiod,” she told him. Along strand of salivaconnected her lip to the head of that huge prick andeven as I watched, a glob of stuff oozed.