I found one hand of a young boy touching my boobs. When he didnot find any resistance from my side he became more bold and started holding my boobs in... his palms.Initially it was one hand, but in just few minutes, one more hand also started groping my boobs. Both the boys were groping my boobs at their will and some others around us, were looking at me as well as the two boys.I was enjoying the whole show and was getting excited more and more. When my boobs were being fondled I found one hand. I think about what a wretched father he’d be, and how I couldn’t trust his side of the family to consider anything but their own desires. May, 2000. We hadn’t been dating long- maybe six months or so- and had already been through a lot of what I now affectionately call ‘horseshit’. First it was my angry ex-boyfriend, and then it was his mother calling me in the middle of the night from outside my apartment to lecture me via the answering machine about how I knew nothing of what I was doing to. My own excitement began to build again and again I began thrusting into him. Each time I thrust into him he felt a twinge of pain to go along with the pleasure. He moaned each time my pelvis hit his ass and I knew this was both pain and intense pleasure. I had learned to enjoy this feeling of power and his moaning actually caused me to increase the speed and intensity of my thrusts again. At the same time my own pleasure began to mount. I could feel him occasionally attempt to move away from my. .A touch. Concentration. A brighter flicker of light. A very faint metallic scraping noise, then nothing.Calm. Serenity. Breathe normally. Focus. Empty the mind. Now...A touch. Concentration. A flash of blue.Click.Freya let out a gusty sigh and opened her eyes. Before her, the lock holding the chain to her wrist had popped open. She winced as she sat up, stiff muscles sending pain shooting down her limbs. She unhooked the lock from the chain and threw it across the room, then tossed the chain.