" He shrugs looking back and forth at both of us. "Let's do it," I agree, though I can't tell if he's being polite, or genuinely wants to smoke. Perh...aps since he knows he's going to get laid, getting high first can't hurt. We make a loop to the couch and I'm sitting between both of them; Kyle on my left, Ethan in the chair to my right. Ethan hands the glass to me and I rip it hard. "I didn't know you smoked," Kyle comments as I pass it to him. "Every now and then. Mostly with Ethan," I. I just wanted to be taken, hard and fast. Tony was doing a fine job of it when he just stopped. I was so surprised that I cried out.He told me to face him, I stood up and turned to face him, my little sundress falling down over my ass but my breasts heaving from my hard breathing. He said, “Touch yourself.” And proceeded to talk me through a slow, purposeful masturbation that made me come over and over again. The men by the bushes were stroking frantically. I could see their movements and hear. We really needed it.Anyway, it was after another one of his sessions that I worked out what had been stressing me out lately. I mean, my life is pretty stress-free; when I’m not laying around in my bra and panties, I’m taking selfies for Instagram or going to the mall with my besties.We do a lot of shopping. Mom lets me borrow her credit card (well, she doesn’t yell at me too much when I steal it out of her purse, anyway) and so sometimes I buy clothes for my friends as well. I’m so glad I met. He slowly tied the other end of each rope to a corner of the bed, I heard him say softly “It really is too bad this isn’t a four poster bed, but we’ll make due” and I let his words create an image in my mind of four columns of wood, the kind with the ball on the top. He made sure that I had some movement of my arms and legs, not enough to touch anything but enough to keep any muscles from cramping. This wasn’t about pain, this was about deprivation. He whistled softly, some tune I didn’t.