I didn’t have a boyfriend nor any friend that I could bring home.The first time I felt rather than knew something wasn’t quite right was when I we...nt to do the washing and found my panties were missing from the day before and I knew I had put them in the washing basket, so I left the underwear to wash later and continued with my other chores. We had been given some holiday homework to do and one of the things was an essay about what we did on holiday. I couldn’t just write that I masturbated. 'cliché'? So I changed my prison to a jewelery box to better suit her. That was in 1925. Then in 1956, my master bid me to change the box to an American football. That was... much less than pleasant. In the summer of 1986, however... that was when I met my most recent master, who was a musician. I helped him gain fame and fortune, and when our time together ended, he presented me with the jukebox. I made it smaller so as to be portable, and I made it my new home. It is still a prison, but he. So its probably not my best work. but have fun reading. feel free to leave comments about improvements that can be made.when we first meet i do not say a word but with my guiding hand on your shoulder i direct you to go down on your knees. i position myself behind you reaching my hands down both side of your body i clutch the bottom of the sundress you are wearing and in one swift movement I pull it over your head exposing most of your body to me only a small pair of knickers cover you. as i. “Put the cookies in the kitchen for later,” Doug sternly scolded before Dougal skulked off in that direction.Amusingly, when Dougal returned to join us, he was trying to swallow like crazy as he wiped his mouth off.Not wanting to be a nuisance, my dad quickly mentioned that we should be on our way.“It was great to meet you, Gary, and you, Peter,” Doug said, addressing us. “Oh, Gary,” Doug added, as he looked at my dad once more, “If my boys are any bother, just tell me and I will sort them.