"How did you then?" I asked softly,She demurred, saying that she'd rather tell me face to face tomorrow,"I Gather that you're just sixteen Chris" Yes?... I bridled, "And what's your point?" There isn't one Chris, none at all" she said and I detected almost a sob in her voice, "Can we continue this conversation tomorrow please, you've no idea how tired I am, or how many miles I've travelled to find my daughters"I told the girls this and they listened in silence,"You mustn't judge her" I said and. She caught herself, waiting Mistress’s sharp words but was surprised when none came. With a firm grip Mistress grabbed a pussy lip, pulled it taut and rolled it between her fingers. Suddenly a sharp piercing pain coursed thru her pussy as a medical looking clamp with scissor like handles was placed on her sensitive lip. Seven more were clamped on, four on each side. Her heart skipped a beat and a cry caught in her throat as each one was attached to her tender lips. A fine rope was woven. As she tugged at the thick plastic dick the pillow with the ring tilted and tumbled. Millie stopped walking and juggled the small velvet pillow back and forth between her right and left hands. It wasn't until she after finally regained control of the pillow that Millie over heard snippets of conversation around her."He's drunk..." My god, is that really his..." He's a girl..." If he's a girl, what's he doing with a..."Between the Champaign, embarrassment, and her near orgasmic state, Millie's. ..deal." Tell me your story...."I suppose I was maybe fifteen of sixteen at the time, and was at an activity centre in the lake district. There were six of us girls in a tent which was our home for the two weeks we were there. The tent was an old army type shape with a doors at one end which laced together. I was elected to sleep at one end of the tent by the door and the others were side by side down the length of the tent. We all got on well together considering we were total strangers when.