I leaned back into him and reached behind me to squeeze and prod his 8” cock through his slacks. It was already hard and hanging down one pant leg. ...I stroked it with my left hand while resting my right hand on the counter to hold me up. Frank continued playing with my dangling tits with his left hand, and now moved his right hand down between my legs.“Wow, you’re soaking wet”, he said. “I guess you’ve been waiting for me, eh?”He slipped 2 fingers into my drenched pussy, and began finger-fucking. When I got there, I found the girls and boys were hurrying off in the opposite direction from camp. One told me there was a big cave that sloped upward inside that the camp they used for ghost stories and other things when it was a parent’s night away from the kids. Since this was on the way I was going I ran with them in case someone couldn’t run that fast or got hurt.Well at least my luck is predictable.On the way three girls and two boys ended up on someone’s back. I had one on my back and. I’m about to scream, but his voice cautions, ?Don’t even think about screaming, it will get worse. Be brave little girl, it’s almost over.? I gasp, holding my scream. He has some object in his hand, cold and metal. I realize it’s some kind of clamp: jagged teeth and a tight spring. I feel it close on my nipple, pinching at first then biting the flesh. More screams grow inside me, but his calm voice says in a sing-song tone, ?Don’t scream baby, it’s almost over. Don’t scream if you want. This is not just a toy for many reasons. It a sexual aid, a liberator and relationship enhancer. I had to share just how wonderful this new found item is with a very good friend of mine. Linda is one of my dearest friends. We have so much in common, and have grown very close over the last few years. We trust each other implicitly with many parts of our lives, both secret, and intimate. Linda came out to me a few years back that she was lesbian. She had one encounter with a man, and she knew.