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First, because I'd begun to get an erection, I had to let it go down before I could fit the restraining portion onto the ring that surround my cock as well as my balls; but I eventually got it on, and it was Tara who took the padlock and fastened it. In fact, as I watched her putting the shackle through the connecting pin, and then heard the distinctive 'click' sound as she secured it in place, my cock started throbbing once again; and it got stiff enough to start to give off that cramped feeling that was the sign that if went any further, that the device I now wore, would start to exert some 'discomfort!'Tara sat back and admired my bound penis."That looks good on you," she said, and she reached out, and smiling curiously, she fumbled around with my balls with one of her hands; and as she did, she made the entire cock cage bounce up and down and jiggle. She was teasing me. That was obvious. Yet I was also finding it more than a little exciting (despite the discomfort the cramped. I felt ready to fuck even though I was a virgin still.I swallowed. "I swear to GOD! I'm telling the truth!" My heart was racing as she scanned my eyes to see if I was lying. "Please...trust me?" I begged her.Finally her eyes became trustful again. She then sighed. "Do you have a girlfriend?"I sighed too. "Not at this very moment. I'm kind of a 'loser' at my school." No way!" She loudly interrupted. She caught herself and bent her head in brief embarrassment."You're so nice to me, even though we just met." She grabbed my hand. "Well, two negatives make a positive?" She quietly asked me. I held her hand back.Now incredible horny, I could only groan a, “Technically.”She spoke up. Whispering now she asked, “Michael do you know how to kiss?”Those words hit me hard and I almost fell off of the bed. With amazing reflexes Amanda caught my shirt and pulled with all her might and reeled me in. However she pulled too hard. I landed on top of her and our lips were inches away. Her face turned.
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I would park the truck off a little by itself, lock the doors, and go in by myself. Brittany sat dress open as Ash would reach up into her wet cunt and pull out a little lipstick size vibrator. Wipe it clean it Brittany’s hair then go to work on her clit, nether lips, nipples, whatever would keep Brittany wet and ready. When I’d get back to the truck it would usually be surrounded by guys whooping it up, and pounding on it. I would get their names. Ash would turn off the vibrator, then shove it as far up into Brittany wet hole as she could, ready for the next stop. Then wipe her hands clean in Brittany’s hair to sound of cat calls by the guys around our truck. I’d run the guys off, the girls would unlock the truck and we’d be off to the next place. The last stop was lunch, a little hole in the wall Café/Bar. Dark, with a great Burger-n- fries combo. Britt’s dress was buttoned from just under her breast to just below her crotch, as Ash and I ate Britt was playing pool, right after.

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