?So that is a no to been willing,? he says, as he heads towards the door, to call in guards, ?Im sure the guards will enjoy this show you will put on?.... Pausing, as he opens the door. Suddenly, I get these images, of 10 guards in the room, holding me, ripping my clothes off, all staring at my body, my privates, sending a shiver down my spine. ?No, please?ill, ok? I say. He switches the light on, sending a few spot lights onto my body, and walks over to the table, opening the draw, and pulling. Bondage at the time was merely a game to me, a game that I wished to become stronger and more frequent in my life; I continued to wish till I grew up into an adolescent (at time very early from my peers) and my thoughts changed. I was no longer satisfied with the stunts I did with my friends or the fantasy world I lived in inside my mind, I needed the real thing. I came into contact with the fact that there are lifestyles for people like me who loved to be tied but from where I come from and my. She still got fucked regularly. She would get fucked once or twice a day depending on her bosses. Every other weekend or so she would take someone home from a party. To fill in when she needed, she would fuck her neighbor in the apartment complex where she lived. She had settled down a bit but she was still active. After about two or three months word got around at her work. As it turned out one of her co-workers was the girlfriend of one of my co-workers. So when my buddies decided I. By all accounts, they were pleasant and generous. Amelia’s only complaint was she’d occasionally miss singing classes because they were a bit forgetful when they’d drink. It was one such occasion that saw the deepening of our friendship. A Saturday morning.The ringing of the front doorbell, a melodious chime from tubular bells, caught me off guard. It was exceedingly rare for anyone to visit me, aside from FedEx, or UPS, that is. Opening the wide front door, I found Amelia standing and looking.