Someone suggested that a nearby volunteer bunch be called. Despite some doubt that the volunteer outfit would be of any assistance, the call was made....The volunteers arrived in a dilapidated old fire truck. They rumbled straight towards the fire, drove right into the middle of the flames and stopped! The firemen jumped off the truck and frantically started spraying water in all directions. Soon they had snuffed out the center of the fire, breaking the blaze into two easily controlled parts.. Recently, she began to fantasize about Chris touching her, as she rolled the massager up and down her clit. She would get off so quickly, while the dirty thoughts consumed her mind. She used her trusty massager so much that it was beginning to wear out. "What's a girl to do?" she had recalled joking to Chris about this predicament a few weeks ago. One night, the two friends were missing each other, and aching for some alone time together. Chris had called and asked if she could come out. Angel. Then, I couldn't resist. "Nicki, I 'love' being her captive." I grinned.Karen said, "A good captive will keep his mouth shut." I nodded, very obviously keeping my mouth closed by sliding my finger across my lips like I was zipping them closed. I could tell Nicki wanted to say more but Karen glared at her.She took my hand and we went back out and headed in the direction of the dining hall. There was a garden bench and she sat us down. "Brad, Nicki runs her mouth too much." Was what she said. I felt her pussy lips opening of their own accord. How I had wanted to make love to her and give her the best orgasm ever but now. I took a small whip from the toy box at the side of the bed and as she was on the edge of her orgasm stopped. The suddenness of me stopping and her not being able to finish herself off made her shout.“Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh Gawwwwwwwd you have to let me cum. Pppppppppplllllleeeeeeaseeeeee!”Her hips were lifting off the bed her clit in clear view as she tried to get.