To her I must have looked like the perfect older date. Anyhow she looking up at me and explained that she was 16 years old and never been on a single ...date. She was starting to fight back tears as she continued her story. I was the first boy she had every danced with and she wanted to know if she could kiss me. Janet was kind of skinny and plain but far from ugly. I just stood there as she explained that this might be her only chance because her parents didn't let her go out, and anyhow, no boys. Knowing that she would get to bugger her ex helped mollify her more than a little, though it added to his misery and anger. Their attitudes were as different as night and day, at least partly thanks to their increasingly divergent experiences of bondage just today.“Oh ... yes ... fuck ... my ... ass!” Tamara begged Wendy for more dildo up her tush, clearly enjoying sodomy than one might have guessed.She might not enjoy the rest of her enslavement, I thought to myself. I could think of various. She was a stay at home housewife and mother and she should have been home to answer the phone. I dismissed the idea that she had gone out since if that was the case she would have been able to pick up the prescription herself. I soon convinced myself that something was wrong and I left work and headed for home.There were two strange cars in the driveway and that, coupled with the unanswered phone, somehow made me think that a burglary might be in progress and I debated calling the police on my. Janet gives me a ‘what the fuck’ look as I explain to her about the kids and now she is tearing up.“Now that is some ironic shit. No wonder you wanted to get them out of there so bad,” she says.We get to the venue, which is a huge field crowded, with two stages set up. There is a band playing on one of them. We pull into the back behind the tour buses. Rachael is getting our guests out of the van as Carl explains how the concert works. He tells me that the concert has been going for almost.