"It's okay, honey, why don't you stay there for a minute," Julia said, sliding her lounger closer to his. Reaching out she pulled the draw string on t...e front of Josh's borrowed swim shorts, loosening the waist band. Then, sliding her two index fingers inside the elastic, she began to pull them down. In response to her movements Josh lifted his hips off the mattress, allowing the shorts to slide down. Julia lifted the waist band over his now very erect and twitching penis. Josh gave a small. The maids put the top on the crate and closed both sides. I felt myself confined. After the exterior buckles had been fastened, the maids completed their last task. Each took a hand pump and, attaching them to fittings outside the crate, began to stroke. As the rubber and satin interior lining inflated, I felt myself constricted tightly; no part of my body, not even a finger, could be moved at all. Suzanne and I were locked into place, holding hands, but shackled apart. Finished, the maids. Ivanhoe Road. Whatcha need ‘em for?”“I thought I’d buy an all-parks permit.”“Hell, you don’ need no permit!”“I know I don’t. But if a state copper wants to give me a hard time, it’ll fox ‘im. An’ it’s under a hundred for a year.”“You’re a smart whitefella.”“Thank you.”“Aha! Caught you!” Tessa walked up from behind him. “Turn my back and you’re chatting up another gin.”“Annie, this is Tessa, my wife.”“Real wife?”“Both whitefella and blackfella ceremonies.”“How’d ya trap him, honey?”“Just stuck. When Craig wasn't looking I licked it to see if there was any taste of Francie's pussy on it but I couldn't tell.So, I answered, "Nah, I don't think so," and he didn't ask any more.Then, about a week later, I was at Craig's house again to spend the night and it turned out that Francie had a friend, Cassie, over, too. I hadn't realized it when Craig had first invited me over, but his parents were spending the night at their lake cabin and Francie, at fifteen, was in charge.We were all kidding.