Two males clad in leather chaps, led another male, clad only ina leather g-string from the dressing room to perform their act. Therewasn't much doubt ...in my mind as to what their act consisted of!I sat there, in my 'southern belle' ball gown, waiting for the other actsto continue, the males in uniform leered at me, and the females looked atme with amusement. I was introduced to the other "southern belle",Melissa. As we chatted, I wondered what was going to happen to me.At last, the stage manager. What was he doing here? This night has certainly had a series of unexpected turns. I kicked at the hound and he got the message. Master does not want to be played with right now. He hung his head and tail in shame and shuffled over to the unconscious body next to us and started to lick at his exposed, erect member. His penis flew like a white flag against the dark backdrop of the Forrest that surrounded us. A figure moved in the distance. I was suddenly alert. I squinted my eyes and tried to. I was thinking about my speech as we walked along the path towards the first marker.“Gather round,” I said when we reached the starting place, a small clearing with just enough room to form a circle. “You will notice that the ground here is rough, the sight-lines are pretty bad, and you can get lost. Our goal here is to teach you how to not get lost. Take one and pass it around.”I had made up a couple of sheets of information, including a photocopy of the maps we would use. I passed out. If I hurt you, tell me and I'll stop. But if it feels nice, then relax and enjoy it." I shouldn't, Mr. Hard-dick." Silly girl! Don't you see that you have gorgeous boobs that need to be fondled?" Please, Mr. Hard-dick..." Tell me the truth. Are you feeling some thrill?"Some thrill? A lot of thrill, Mr. Hard-dick! But instead of saying that she just looked down, trying not to moan as his hands on her breasts intensified her arousal.Saying, "Let's see if this is better," Mr. Harddick reached.