Beth seemed especially eager to play. Abigail, always a good sport, was delighted and couldn't wait to participate also.Since the day was quite warm, ...Randy and I stripped down to our T-shirts and shorts. Abigail and Beth were both wearing shorts and a skimpy halter-top.We had no worries since our backyard was completely surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence. Our little game would be in private - hidden from the neighbors view by the fence.The game had been going on for a few minutes and all of. “Oh, I am. But you find your character and self-esteem in how you deal with setbacks. Life has no guarantees of any kind, and if you don’t learn how to deal with adversity and losing when you’re young, you’ll turn into an adult who always expects to be rewarded even when you fail. Think about how THAT will play out!”“Either this bourbon is way stronger than I thought, or he’s actually making sense!” Krissy declared.“Let me ask you this,” I said with a sly grin, “if you’re with a guy or girl who. Then I walk around her once again, taking the clamps from the stand next to her perch and placing them on each nipple and tightening. The next step is to attach the chains that dangle from the clamps to the places on the wooden table where she is now mounted.“ If you pull, the clamps will tighten, pull to hard and they will lock. Very painful I understand, so try not to flinch to much”.Then I step away, placing a ball gag in her mouth. She listens as my foot steps trail away across the room.. “Oh fuck,” he said, still holding me around the waist.“How does that feel?” whispered Abi.“Tight,” I whispered back. My lips were dry with a mixture of fear and excitement, and I licked them, waiting for Chris to start fucking my arse.I felt him pull out, then gasped as he squeezed some more cool lube around my hole and on his cock. Then he began to fuck me properly, each thrust seeming to go deeper into my anal passage. I could hear the schlup, schlup, schlup, of his well-lubricated cock.