As soon as we got in the car stacy spread her legs wide and had her hand in her knickers rubbing her already soaking pussy. As we drove to the dogging...spot stacy wanked off furiously and would let the passing truck and coach drivers get a good look at her stocking covered legs and hairy blonde pussy. We arrived at the parking spot that stacy had told me about and there was already a few cars parked and also a few workers vans. In the woods and bushes there was also guys hanging about looking at. Being so young and wanting the company and pleasure of older men was not something that seemed common, but to me seemed natural. I craved their hands on me and I craved pleasuring them. Even then, I knew men had needs. Even then, I knew I wanted to meet their needs, anyway they needed or wanted me too.Late at night, alone in my bed, I would imagine being with the men I saw in a Playgirl magazine. Their soft cocks looked so beautiful, their balls so big and manly. Every night, I would imagine. A small charm in the shape of a pair of handcuffs served as a clasp. She was to put it on and wear it all the time. She was to leave the remainder of the boxes unopened until she was told to open them. Angela took the necklace and put it on. It was just a little bit tight, but she left it on, hoping she would get used to it. She was more concerned about the butt plugs. One of the guys she had dated had wanted to fuck her in the ass, but she had resisted. She had finally let him put one finger. A few moments later, she moved closer and put her arm around mine and whispered. "I think I know, no, make that I do know what's on your mind, and I can take care of that for you if you wish."She was one hell of a sexy chick, and if she really knew what I was thinking, then I was certainly ready let her take care of things. She turned to the bartender and ordered another couple of drinks, one for her, and the other for me. I usually drink just beer, but if this was her way to getting things.