But I solooked forward to letting it go. Then one day, while I was holding several quarts of water inside, Mirellacame in and told me that I would lea...rn something new. I felt her touch on mynaked body, something that I viewed as a connection with another human, andenjoyed. She had me lay on my back, and pull my legs up to my breasts. I couldfeel that my pussy was so exposed, and I wondered if she was looking at it.Then I heard her say, "Let your piss go, now, Sharon. It's alright, goahead." At. (I giggled as I wrote that)Anyway when I was about 12 my body started to change and I remember I started to notice the guys and I also noticed that they were looking right back at me. I didn't loose my cherry until quite late, 16 in fact but that didn't stop me enjoying myself. Most guys are happy enough if they get a feel your tits and you make them spurt. Well I just loved having my small bumps felt and it was a hoot to watch their spunk fly. As you can imagine I was very popular and was. She always checked to make certain they were not on camera and if there was one present she merely disabled it to stay incognito. When Dennis accidently bounced his cock on her brown eye when he had mounted her from the rear after a slow shower, she guided him back to that tiny opening and he got the hint immediately and started to bugger her with ferocious determination. She had two beautiful orgasms before he finally spurted his seeds deep insider her rectum and she knew she had selected well. More hands join in, as the car starts to accelerate, and I’m confused. I have no idea who these people are or what they want, but I now suspect there are at least three of them. I start to shake; my arms are roughly extended over my head and secured with rope. For whatever reason, at least one of my captors notices and places a reassuring hand on the small of my back, slowly rubbing up and down. The gesture is comforting in an odd way. The solace is fleeting, however, when I feel rough hands.