Something inside me resisted, but Nancy said “Go ahead and do it Carla, it's just us girls here. You know you want to do this, and we want you to do...this.” Hesitatingly I did so, caressing it with my fingers. It was stiff, and felt silky under my hand. “No, wrap your hand around it Carla, do it right” Nancy said, so I did so. Wrapping it in my hand, and it felt almost perfect. I could feel ridges under the skin, and the veins under it. And it was warm, and both hard and soft at the same. Bolted securely to the floor at its four corners the frame of broad brass tubing and ornate cast iron consisted at one end of two upright posts two and half feet apart and around four feet tall joined at the top by a crosspiece. Two further bars extended backwards parallel to each other for five feet before curving sharply down and apart before meeting their fixing in the floor, the bars extending from two and half feet at the top to 5 feet at the base. It was into this frame the half-naked. After a few seconds, I felt her nestle with the strap below my knee, and then that leg was pulled wider and wider to the side. “Oh!” I gasped. My other leg was pulled outside too, until both legs were spread in more than a forty-five angle, completely exposing my privates to any greedy hand that wanted to touch me there. “Comfy?” Bridget asked. “Not really,” I answered honestly. “But?” She stepped around again and stood before me, an eyebrow raised and eyes glowing with lust. “But…” I blushed. I don’t want to live in this world as I see no reason to live. I have no family, no man … what am I living for”I hugged her and said “I am there. You have to take care of me and I will take care of you.” Having said that I embraced her and she too embraced me and started crying. I can’t tell you the feeling of her boobs crushing on my chest. I pressed her harder and she with her eyes closed was just embracing me. I enjoy a little wild form of physical intimacy so I threw on bed and started.