As I grew older and my magic made itself known I wrote the stories down. It did not matter what else I had to learn or do, the stories still took me a...ay. I was eighteen when I had enough of other people telling me what to do and when.I thought long and then created a wagon like the travelers. I made a second wagon that carried a tent and lots of cushions and a huge rug. It was early morning when I led the horses and walked away and did not look back. Late that afternoon I pulled into a field. I pulled away and stood before him. In one movement I whipped off my dress and watched him freeze in awe at the sight, the best flattery in the world. I watched him regain his senses and he smiled back at me as he removed the rest of his superfluous clothes. Without a word, I took his hand and led him through to the back room, a small room with a single smallish sofa and a horribly rough carpet. He pulled me back into his naked body and kissed me deeply, I felt like I would collapse, and was. "Hmmmm. Something is missing. Oh! I know!" he says and starts walking towards the bag with toys. After few seconds he comes back and tells me to put on the vibrating thongs and make sure my clit is surrounded fully with the vibe. I do as I'm told, I put the thongs on and secure it on my clit. "Let's fix that" he says and pulls the panties up so it stays firmly. "There." "Thank you, sir" "Now back to your position, slave!" and flogs me. The vibrating panties aren't as strong as the Magic stick. My cock went to half-mast. Then she pulled the cover down from Barb and showed me Barb’s tits. I had an erection in seconds.Barb looked back and forth between us while Beth and I smiled at each other.Barb was no dummy. “You two do this all the time, don’t you? What else do you two do that I don’t know about? Tell me, Beth, this is important.”Beth put her arms around Barb and hugged her and gave her a kiss, “I love you, Barbara and you are right this is important. Sometimes when you are not.