She wore a purple top, wearing no bra. Her breasts were so undeveloped that she probably didn’t give a damn to give a care. They seemed like bug bit...es, trying hard to form into a size bigger than a measly A-cup. Unfortunately, they were late bloomers. It was hard to tell if it was too late for them to grow anymore. I somewhat liked her sweet, na?ve, and vulnerable adolescent look. Other men in the room were probably lusting after her. She was too young and cute to not catch the eyes of horny. Sure enough a few more people came in, I showed them where we were sitting. I went to the bar to order drinks for everyone. While standing there an older man came up and stood next to me. He asked if it was true what a Scotch man wore under his kilt. I asked him what he heard, he reached up under my kilt and I felt his fingers touch my dick. "Well, he said it is true, he wears nothing under it" I asked him if he had a problem with that, knocking his hand away. He said quite the opposite,. I remember the Milky way with it’s millions of glittering dots strewn across the black night and every minute or two there’d be the dazzling streak of a shooting star, but all that was merely a backdrop for what happened. I was still in my late teens; we’d never been on holiday together before, never been so close for so long, so it was inevitable I guess — everyone does it but there has to be a first time.We needed the darkness, needed to believe no one could see, though they must have. You pull my hands in front of me and puts on the rope handcuffs, drags me to the column and attaches them above my head and attaching my leash above my head, which will keep me from moving too much. You then get the clamps, blindfold, and a gag out. Bringing them over, smacking my tits and nipples with your hand to get them hard before you attach the clamps. You then put a blindfold on me, saying Before I put the gag on you, I have a few questions for you. You then ask about how many guys I.