There were so many of us in the bundle I was sure she wouldn’t know who was grabbing her so I let go of the ball with one hand and got to her left t...t, giving it a good feel. There was so much shouting and screaming anyway no one took any notice as she shouted out. As soon as the ball popped out we all went for it. I looked back to see what she would do and she just carried on with the game.I decided I was going to have another feel next time she got the ball. And it wasn’t long before she had. In a clothing optional environment, most people should opt for clothing. Honestly. There were few people our age, whether male or female, clothed or naked, living, dead, or anywhere in between. The neighbor’s on one side were a middle-aged couple who had consumed about three too many Twinkies. Make that three million too many. They were nice, but we wished they would put on more clothes. Clarissa would actually look better in an Afghanistan burqa. So would her husband, Ernie. Across the street. My skirt was pulled aside and pinned up so as not to hide the centre of my younggirl’s cunny, stretched by even the top part of this post that I’d been turning on so innocently allevening. Slowly I was turned to face different sections of the audience, the shaft twisting against mydelicate walls, then the head model leaned forward and told me to curtsey. I dipped slightly, forcing themetal pole deeper into my small tender hole, then a hand reached over into my slit to rub my throbbingclit to. I always have to thank him afterwards.Since Richard prefers that my anus remain tight to maximize his pleasure, they avoid using butt plugs or dildoes on me. My ass would probably hurt less afterwards, but I realize that Richard’s pleasure is more important. The one exception is our heavy metal plug, which Richard has me use for anal training. Every morning I do my “exercises” which involves tightening my sphincter to hold it inside as long as possible. I have to chart my reps and durations so.