Hopefully someone would show up soon. Otherwise, she’d be raiding the fetish display looking for something to wear amongst the leather, spandex and ...ubber. The metal over her pussy was hard to get a good look at without a mirror. She couldn’t lean forward much with her most of her midriff all cinched up tight. It was some kind of old steel, she could feel rivets. The big round padlock over her clit hung down low. Not as low as a guy’s balls, but that’s what it seemed like to her–like someone. We had decided to take the big truck pulling the dry van and pulling the bullrack as a double. It was a little risky taking doubles, but George was going to drive the skidder again and it would be able to pull us out of any potential hole we got into.George, Bill, and I went to the garage after supper and built our miniature road train and then we went to bed since we'd be wanting an early start in the morning.We were up early and fed plenty. Goondoe ate with us this morning since he was coming. The space should be big enough that a real man should be able to hit it. But just to make sure I will aim you.”This was something that I had never experienced. I had a beautiful, bald, nude woman holding my dick, sitting on a toilet pissing and inviting me to piss between her legs using that fire crotch as a target. I was not sure that I could.“Come on big guy! Relax and do your thing.”She shook my dick and aimed it down with her right hand and softly stroked my thigh with her left. I took a. I stopped to slide up and fold her into my arms.We needed, it seemed, minutes to catch our breath and to retreat from the threatening surrender of what would have been, in the game we had started, a too early ending. When we had calmed, I resumed the missionary position. However, our kissing and the words we found as my cock slid in and out of Helen’s hot, now quivering, kissed-open pussy, would not have found missionary approval.As we fucked, slowly, sensually teasing out the first wavelets of.