When I was sure I couldn't get the strap any tighter I flicked the loose tail away so I was unable to reach it, I was now totally helpless, totally ex...posed and totally vulnerable. The whole practiced procedure took about 5 mins to complete, putting myself into self bondage was something I did regularly, I could either make it so I could slowly release one hand or make it so I am inescapable having to be released by someone else. The psychological difference between the two was huge. Being able. She closed her eyes. Her own crotch felt warm. She would love for that to happen to her, even with Gary, but especially with Ethan.Debbie turned off the television. "This is boring. Come on, let's go to my room."Pam grabbed her math book and followed Debbie down the hall to her room. Debbie shut the door and fell on the bed, bouncing. Pam instantly noticed a phone on the night stand by the bed, and her mouth fell open."Oh my God, you've got your own phone. Is it real?" Pam said.Debbie's face. 
“I will show you how you should be admired right now!” 
With no further words he flipped your dress up over your hips, exposing your white thong and garter belt. His hand moved quickly, but so softly, to stroke your pussy through the dampening crotch of your underwear. 
You have no words! You have never had a man be so forward with you before. He is giving you no choice at all, he was just going to take you! 
You heard his zipper being lowered. You felt his hand pull your thong to the side.. She was pulling the suitcase behind her. It made sense now. She was wearing jeans, a winter jacket, wedge heels. Slightly dishelleved, slightly dirty - like she hadn't showered in days. Which would also make sense.I could have dragged her into a corner and ****d her, and no-one would have cared. But I suspect that she probably wouldn't have cared much either. Bears shit in the woods, the Pope is Catholic, homeless girls get ****d. Where's the fun in that? Where's the challenge?I decided against.