I began by holding one, rubbing the nipple, seizing it. She seemed to like it, because she let out a moan.While I did this, we were still kissing but ...she was also exploring my body. First touching my nipples, then going down my stomach to my cock. Then around to my ass and back up. I tried to act as mature as possible, slowly reaching her vagina. At first I was nervous, but then I gathered the courage to touch her pussy.First I snuck my hand under her panties, and then back. The next time, I. I could feet my vaginal lubrication pool in my chastity device.Again I instinctively reached for my clitoris only to be stopped by thesmooth plate. My fingers traced the edges of the plate. I could easilyfeel the raised bumps of the many rivets that held it in place. Twentyfour. Twenty four rivets held that cursed plate in place. The bellsattached to the ring sticking through the plate tinkled loudly as Iplayed with the ring. I could tug on my poor isolated clit, but itcertainly wasn't enough. Even the tiny receiver that was attached to the antenna would melt to meaningless atoms.PHAC wasn't even the final acronym for the high temperature explosive that was a research project in an unnamed Navy-funded lab. I had carried the little thing stuck to a corner of the frame of the sunglasses that I never wore. A duplicate was on the underside of a shirt button on my camo shirt. No sense placing all my eggs in one basket that may get blown overboard or something. Always nice to have backup.. "Then you can have a few minutes with your fans before we start takingphotos. But be careful, because we don't want to have to retouch yourmakeup or anything. Smile, sign a few autographs, shake a few hands,and then we'll get to work." Okay," I replied.It didn't take us long to get into the crowd, and it wasn't much longerafter that before some of the girls I had seen earlier had gathered thecourage to walk beside me as I continued my trek to the photo area. Ismiled at them, and they squealed.