You understand immediately and crawl on your hands and knees to the spot, waiting for me. I pick up the handcuffs and walk past you into the bedroom, ...ondling your bottom as I pass. I feel you shudder. I look at the bed. It is large with a rather old fashioned head-board about five feet high. I snap my fingers and you crawl into the bedroom. I point at the floor beside the head of the bed and you crawl across until you are kneeling by me. I reach down and wind my fingers in your hair and pull. This would be their first meeting since Sam had used Wendy for his pleasure, she was a bit nervous about it but I told her everything should be ok it's only camping. On Friday night we drove the couple of hours to the beach then head up the beach looking for the spot they had camped, it's a 40 mile beach so it took us awhile to find the campsite but we found it. The campsite was a good one set behind some sand dunes for shelter from the wind, there was some other tents there also maybe some. Yeah, right.Only thoughts of Terrell kept me from moving Matt's hands higher, to the hard sensitive nipples topping my aching pectorals, or lower where he could take up his piano recital and make me sing. At least he didn't show any signs he knew what he as doing to me.Darn it."Okay, show's over. Let's get to work." The rush of our performance fading, Waldorf gave Matt and me a break while she started rehearsing the rest of the cheerleaders. Still on my back on Matt, looking around, I knew most. They hung gracefully, their smooth curves drawing from her breastbone, starting at a shallow angle and quickly rising, steeper and steeper out to the crest of her swollen areolas. Her breasts accented her chest in perfect proportion to her figure and frame, plump and perfectly round at the base as the breast plunged back beneath her prominent forward-pointing nipples to rejoin her chest. Satisfyingly natural, soft and squeezable, they were like radiant smiles with proud, puffy button noses.