My sister, 8 when she started, felt like her whole world was collapsing till mom took got her an ice-cream and took her shopping the next day and expl...ined it all." No Janice, you don't get what I mean, I don't get periods because I can't. I don't have a womb, a uterus or anything like that." Don't be silly, of course you do, you're woman aren't you?"It was more of a statement than a question, but Janice had realised she had said something that touched a nerve, maybe it was when I started. I was quite wet and horny by the time we got to downwind side of the island. Nevertheless, I put my T-shirt back on and helped unpack the picnic lunch and lay out the blankets. It occurred to me later that the thin material of the T-shit tightly stretched across my chest likely got to the men as much or more than my earlier nudity.Lunch tasted as good as you might imagine. There's nothing like eating outdoors with a healthy appetite. The wine we brought along was still nicely chilled. I was. They began to remove the chains hooked to my nipples. They brought the pot over, loosened the rope to my cock, and knowing that my bladder must be about to burst (and they were right), they put the pot beneath me and I immediately started to piss. They directed it into the pot. They told me that this mixture was the only thing that I would get to eat or drink, so I better get used to the idea. She brought over a small cup and I saw her grind up something into it. She told me it was another. Jack held my hips, pushing them towards him as he continued his assault on my wet pussy, licking faster until I spasmed and came, his tongue cleaning all of my juices from me. He crawled up beside me, taking me in his arms, our bodies intertwining. “Good morning darling” he whispered to me. I responded with a kiss, my hand reaching down to stroke his hard cock. His kisses grew more intent as I stroked, the precum glistening on the head. Jack placed his hand over mine and began to stroke back.