Also, I had a girlfriend and we screwed on occasion. I also enjoyed hiking and usually masturbated then too. Near the end of the semester, I walked in...on him with another guy who was even younger than him, masturbating together. That was a shock. But I tried to keep my composure and go about my business like it was nothing out of the norm. He introduced me to his friend and they asked if I was ok with this. I said sure, it was very common now days and can be a good learning experience. To be. I hung from the rope like an animal, unableto defend myself, my body open and unavailable to the lash of the whip. Hemoved to the side of me, I knew he was trying to get a good shot at my nakedbreasts. How could he. They are so delicate. I did not have to wait long,my mouth clenched tight as the whip hit them both, one of the braids catchingboth nipples with a “SSSWWWAATTT.” How could the animal do that,hit a girl on her tender breasts. The pain was excruciating. “NNNNNN,UUUUUHHHH,” shaking. "You smell amazing", you say as you lick and nibble your way up my thighs. Your hands are massaging too. You lean against my leg, resting your head on one hand, while the other starts to gently stroke my still-throbbing pussy. "You know, that was very naughty, what you did to me," you smile, all the while stroking me, moving excruciatingly close to my clit, which is quite erect. I can only sigh, willing you to touch me. Your finger grazes it and I let out a small moan. You smile at me and give. Then..."You goin' queer on me Pat?"That was a favorite word of his. Queer. This was my only chance to getit right, and I said what had rattled around in my mind for a long time."No. Not queer. I am going girl. It's easier, and the name is Pamela."That's when he let his eyes roam over me, from my hair to my shoes,lingering on my breasts for only a moment. As we stood there, I knewthat he was struggling with the concept that his best friend was nowwearing a skirt and had boobs, and all I could do.