The first guy I ever had full blown sex with lived down the street from me in an apartment complex. He was a law student with a kinky side, we also me...t online. I ended up going over to his apartment one night, he was kinda cute (a shorter red head with a ton of freckles). He met me at the door and as soon as we got on the elevator we were making out and he had his hand down my pants. We ended up stumbling to his room and before we could even make it to his bed he already had my clothes off. He. A ball gag. A few padlocksI turned around and smile at him, letting him see the tools of his torture and imagining his own punishment. His eyes spread wide and fear, and he struggled on the bed, writhing away from me as best he could. I just smiled and picked up the collar. I chained it around his neck, securing it with a padlock.I took the two cuffs and wrapped them around his wrists, before locking them to the length of chain. I then pulled the chain up his back and locked it to the back. The cum which had oozed out of me had been saved and collected in a glass. While I was still laying down my girl friend handed me back my swimsuit and helped me put it back on trying as much as possible not to loose too much cum. I got the swimsuit on and it felt great the feeling on the cum on my skin and inbetween my swimsuit and quickly started to soak through. I slowly got up and could feel the huge amount of cum which was filling my pussy seep out and soak into my swimsuit crotch which was. As the prosecutor had predicted, Spencer’s lawyer did a very perfunctory cross examination so Connie did not experience an anguished ordeal. About a month after his conviction sometime during the January of her sophomore year at MSU, Spencer’s sentencing hearing was scheduled. By this time her anger had reached the apex of her misery and she knew she had to say something. So she appeared at the sentencing to give a victim’s statement, and this is what she said: ‘I met you Spencer Thorneburg at.