With a slight squeeze, she squirted a stream onto the plug. She took her hand and wrapped it around the tapered bulge, working the lube up and down. I... looked like she was masturbating it as she did so.“Do you have your slave bend over when you plug him, or leave him standing up?” Amelia asked. I’m not sure how it was decided that this stranger was going to be the one to “fit” me, but Jess didn’t seem like she minded, nor intended to stop her.Jess considered again; I didn’t like all the ideas. “Alright Lardy, how’s it going?” I cringe as everyone around us hears her. "Lardy" is the nickname she gave me when I was a chubby kid, unfortunately she has never let it go. We sit together, but barely speak a word. In fact she spends a lot of time on her phone, obviously talking to last night’s conquest. The conversation is crude and sexual, and I feel a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Eventually her conversation ends, and I tell her I’ve had enough for now, and I’m heading back to our. My heart was thumping and I felt sick. I saw her say something to them and then turn and lead them to the table. My fathers eyes were out on stalks ogling Felicity as they followed her. They sat down opposite us. “Can I get you a drink?” Felicity enquired. “Aye, Ill have a pint of best bitter, and she,” my Dad said referring to my Mum, “will have a small glass of white wine. My Mum looked small and old and was wearing a dull knee length sun dress and her hair scraped back into a pony tail. She. Who should it be? Look around and then pick one.” Kathy looked around. Not too many people were on the patio, but she saw Henry. He worked in Candy’s area and had the hots for her. He was a good-looking black man. “Him,” Kathy said, nodding in Henry’s direction. “Oh my god, really?” Candy asked. “Yes. He is always checking you out. You have to flash him, it will drive him nuts!” Kathy said. “OK.” Candy rotated in her chair so she was facing Henry. There was nothing between them from.