He actually picked up the pace and sprinted past his neighbors' houses until he reached the corner. At that point he slowed back down to a jog as he t...rned right toward the high school where they had walked just two nights earlier.As he ran now his thoughts overwhelmed him. Everything had been amazing. His world was now completely different. He had things that were completely foreign to him just three days earlier. There was no regret though. If anything, he thought that perhaps he should have. Instead he insisted on tests-of-strength. We locked fingers together for the first test. He bent my fingers back painfully until I winced and went down on one knee. "You need to work on your wrists," he said. Then we arm-wrestled on the floor. I could not budge him. I watched his upper arm bunch up dramatically with a thick vein threatening to burst. By the time my hand hit the floor I had a raging erection. Going for broke, I closed my eyes and rolled over on my back, knowing that my condition. “Holy shit!” Dan said as he took the butt plug out of Matt’s arms. “Is this what I think it is?” He asked with an evil grin on his face. “Yeah, she likes it.” Matt responded. “How do you want to do this?” He asked him. “I don’t know. Whatever Jen wants to do I guess.” Dan said. “Well that’s no fun.” Matt said. “Here, I’ll add some mystery.” And with that, Matt blindfolded me. “Umm, ok. Well, any suggestions?” Dan said. “Yeah, she’s fucking awesome at everything, so knock yourself out man.”. Walking over to his closet he removed this rack of some type. He reminded me that it was time for him to show me what that hook on his ceiling was for. I was very eager to discover. His took my ankles and fasten them onto this rack with these soft straps on each end of this frame, my legs were spread with my feet about 3 feet apart. Sensations that I could only envision would soon sweep over me. He attached this rack to the hook above his bed and pulled a robe type webbing. My legs rose and his.
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