The glitter of one of the many chains hanging from my trousers caught my attention the way a magpie was attracted to a silver piece. My mom called me ...that."My little magpie.", she used to coo whilst I huddled in her arms. That was a decade ago, and her comfort was long gone. Now, I had to face this world alone. At fifteen, bisexual, braces, five-seven and completely fucking weird, life wasn't going too well. I still hadn't made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first mistake. I knew her husband was at work, so he couldn’t help her unload and help out with the project she was working on. I helped Tammy for a few hours, I was thirsty, so we went in to get a drink of water. While talking and drinking our water, I mention about my sex life, that Linda wasn’t sexual enough. Tammy said she wasn’t getting enough sex either. Steve works at night, comes home in the morning, eats breakfast and goes to bed. Tammy looks at me and joking said, and my hand is getting tired from. She said that she had been with alot of guys in her life but never a virgin and had always wanted to train a guy and tis would be great as she had always had a thing for me. I almost jizzed my pants. We were meet the next morning after her husband went to work and the boys would be off somewhere. I laid awake alnight and the next morning I was there. Vicki made out cue cards on our moves and what was going to happen, what to say and everything. She said she had thought about this all night. We talked over Chinese food that night, and I was eating like a pig as he sighed as he looked through the Polaroids that I had grabbed before I left. “Yeah, she was grooming you, girl. Working on you, trying to destroy your mind and make you her obedient little slave. I had to get you out, another two months and you might have become hers. Seen that before, you gotta avoid that DS and S&M shit. I dabble in some still, it can be a lot of fun. But it has to be fun for both people, like a game you.