I didn’t worry that I was being too loud or obnoxious or crass or breaking the rules – I was already doing all of it! I was having a blast for abo...ut 2 hours a day – and that seemed to be enough to keep me going the other 22. I lived for 10 pm so I could write to him and he was all mine. I was in a fog – of happiness, lust, excitement, laughter, and kisses. A fog of kisses – best fog ever – I couldn’t even imagine connecting like that before that day on the bridge and once it happened I did not. She was helpless, in their hands, and her nipples were about to be ripped out. The strings tightened, and she could feel her nipples being stretched further than ever before. She could also feel her clit buzzing on its own, pushing her toward another climax as she gave in and began to cum in loud moans. The strings suddenly snapped, and one of the broken fishing lines popped back onto her breast leaving a nasty red mark. Diane was still being pulled backwards and could feel one of the twins. “I’m not going to tell my parents”, she said.“Oh… Thank you”.“If you wanted to come into my room, you could’ve just asked me,” she said without looking up at him and eating.“Well. You and I don’t even talk that much. You are always keeping to yourself.”“No. I don’t mean to be like that. But I’m just too shy to speak to you. That’s all.”“You don’t have to be. In fact, I like you so much. You are smart. You are so beautiful. I always wanted to talk to you too.”With those words, she just looked up. He had made my high school years hell, but I had emerged astronger person and he was about to find out just how I could control asituation now.As usual on a Friday night, I was out in a bar looking for hot straightguys whose lives were about to be turned. I was dolled up in the kind ofclothing that made me feel sexy and drew no shortage of admiring glancesfrom around the bar, a short black, pleated satin skirt and a sparklysilver top. My long legs were shown off in nylon hold-up stockings and.