I gingerly dressed trying to prevent too much friction between my shirt and the clamps.Nearly 8.30pm, so I headed to my car dressed as ordered, for th... journey.I turned into the dark gravel floored desolate area that is used as parking for ramblers and dog walkers who use the surrounding forest during the day.My headlights lit up Sarah,s car at the far end and I parked behind her. She climbed out of her car and signalled me and I gingerly climbed out of mine, gasping as the nipple claws were. “I have to apologise.” Charlotte told him, “But I didn’t have time to get a strap-on dildo so I’m afraid this will have to do.”She grinned apologetically as she produced the long thick green courgette from her bag. “It was all the greengrocers had.”Charlotte ran her fingers along the thick length of the vegetable. It was about seven or eight inches long and at least two inches thick at the bulbous end. As she brought it to her mouth she lasciviously ran her tongue over it. Circling the smooth. My hostess went out and reappeared with jug of water with ice floating in it. As she approached, with unsteady gait, she either tripped or was unbalanced purposely by one of the other two. There was little room between the chairs and tables. The result was that she fell on me, drenching me with the ice-cold water. I struggled up from under her, thinking " Here we go again", only cold this time. "Be careful where you put your hands!, you naughty boy." In my haste reacting to the cold, I had. I agree ... Tuesday ... yes yes ... I'll get him there..."Well, it was Tuesday, and it was three o'clock, and she had gotten me here. I sat in the car for a few moments thinking. What if she was with the asshole? What should I do? The advice my dad had laid on me years before came to me; they had served me well more than once in my business: "Do nothing son unless you 'know' what to do. Say nothing. Let your antagonist figure it out. The less you say the more he will worry. And, if he doesn't.