“Then how do you know what you would like?” “I guess,” was my reply. I was now starting to question whether or not he lived by that advice. We...left shortly after for home at about one a.m., and chatted about things before curiosity got the better of me. I asked him what he meant earlier and if he was gay or had been with a guy. He didn't seem shocked and told me he had done stuff before, not far off full sex but he felt comfortable telling me and I'm sure this wasn't something he told everyone. Again, I considered this pretty strange, but some of my first thoughts after leaving his store involved which of my brothers' razors I should steal in order to do the deed. Since I had no hairs under my arms yet, and was also too young to have hair on my legs, razorblades weren't part of my usual hygienic repertoire. All of my brothers shaved, though. So while most girls would have been trying to decide between calling the cops or calling mommy and daddy, I remember thinking, "Tyler buys those. ?Isn’t that the point to bondage???There is a myth that bondage is about going past ‘the norm’. Ask yourself, though, what is ‘the norm’? Some already are being fucked in the ass: to some that is not normal, to others it is. So what’s beyond that as ‘the norm’? We get the debate about that convoluted by what is normal and what is not, and if we seek it in that sense we get lost: we end up either not knowing what we want, or getting into areas of sexuality that are truly off limits. Slave Kathy. As I moved up towards her pussy, I took little nips, with my teeth, on the inside of her thigh. When I got close to her pussy, I dropped back down and did the same thing to her right leg. I then ran my tongue around her pussy, making sure not to actually lick her pussy lips. By this time, she was going wild! "Lick my pussy." She begged. "Pleeease!" I want it sooo bad!" As I continued, I started licking and sucking on her wonderful tasting pussy and noticed a different taste. Jack had fucked.