In a way I succeeded, since I was the one placed in the stocks and Kara and the Sheriff strolled off at the end. We were all applauded for our efforts...and Kara seemed to be very happy.As the day went on we saw the live chess match, a joust and, of all things, a three sided insult match. We were with the Sheriff of Nottingham and the other bad guys (of course!) against Robin Hood and his Merry Men, as well as The French (don't ask, I don't know and I didn't understand a thing they yelled).As far. I told her that the other strap-on was the same thing. It was just that the wearer didn't get the same feeling when using it. I again reassured her we wouldn't do anything she didn't want to. We could just sleep and play in the morning because it was starting to get late.She looked up at me, contemplating what she wanted to do. Then she reached for the strapless. I let her have it. I remained speechless as she looked it over turning it around in her hands, then lowering it between her thighs.. '' "Kara" I said, reaching out my hand to shake his. Nick took my hand and raised it to his lips, and kissed it gently."Pleasure to meet you Kara. Been working here long?" A little over a year now”“And you like it here?”“Yeah, it’s pretty fun. I like to interact with people, so serving is ideal for me.”“Is that right. You like serving people, do you?”“Well yes…” Nick quickly interrupted me.“Kara, can I be blunt with you? You must have seen me starring at you on more than one occasion. I can’t. It had happened the first time the boy had been confined to his cabin during an overnight camping adventure. Taking the man’s big dick up his cherry asshole had hurt like hell and Terry had tried resisting the Man, but Serge had easily overpowered the boy. After Serge had completed his initial **** and deposited a steamy load of Man-scuzz up Terry’s butt-hole, he had stopped just long enough to inform the boy that because Serge had seeded the boy with his cum, Terry was now Serge’s fuck-bitch.