As we passed the den, a lad threw the ball out past us mischeviously and Mum picked it up. They insited Mum go into their den to give it back.As she w...nt in there to do so, the lads said, "Hey Teresa, can we talk to you for a minute?"I waited a few seconds outside, then my temper rose and I began to storm off in a huff, but slowly and uneasily, dawdling for her to follow. I could hear them asking her "It's you, isn't it? You're in Teresa's Torture?"The 3 girls were looking through the railings. But the heat from her body feels good. I am starting to get wet. I feel Pete's hand slip between Amber's legs. I hear her moan very deeply and loudly. I feel the greenness of envy over power me. I try to push up and get some of it too. I feel just a finger tip touch me and I moan. I start to yearn for more. I feel Ambers face fall into my neck. I feel the coolness of the duct tape that silences both of us. I snuggle her in. I squeeze her hands as we move in rhythm to each other. "I will leave. She then slid the stockings up my smooth legs and straitened the seam running up the back. She then pulled a think silver anklet about the size of a mans watch band out and clasped it on my right ankle. She pulled me to her feet and fasted the garter belt, attaching the 8 straps to my perfect stockings. Next she slid the panties up over the garter straps, pulling my dick back between my legs. Lastly she put the corset on, tightening the corset until I could hardly breathe. I though she was. He was thoroughly puzzled. “Drake. You treat me like some sort of stuck-up Victorian lady who barely likes sex, as if I’d go all to pieces if you said the “fuck” in front of me.” He looked as if I’d slapped him. “I never thought you were stuck-up at all, that’s ridiculous. I just wanted to treat you right and I thought, well, the things that turn me on aren’t what nice girls do.” “Isn’t that a little old-fashioned? Sounds like my mother talking. We ‘girls’ can do whatever turns us on, too, you.