“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”“I know,” she said. “I want you to. I’ve just never...” She trailed off.“Never... How much never?” Will asked.“I’ve been with a man, Will,” she said with a touch of terseness. “I just haven’t done… that.”“Oh. Lucky me,” he grinned. He slowly spread her knees, watching her face as he did. He slid his hands up her inner thighs to the very edges of her slick entrance and gently spread her open with his thumbs. Her skin prickled as the cool night. So I made arrangements for navel rings and long studs that did not need any piercing.I went with my a navel fit in with a stud having long hangings ( about 5 cm ) on. Of course without piercing. I felt a bit odd as I had no habit of it. It was rather tight and was pinching me. I wore a black transparent saree with a red blouse that had to be tied at the back.It was afternoon when my boss arrived. He looked tired and exhausted. I went by his side to give him some juice as he had ordered it but. He searched around until he caught a few grasshoppers and a couple of grub worms then headed to the river to catch his supper and breakfast.The fish seemed to bite the worms better than the grasshoppers. Within thirty minutes he caught two nice crappie and called it a day. One of the fish he left on a stringer for the morning, the other he quickly cleaned and took back to his camp for supper.Before the next hour was up Garrett had prepared his supper of fried crappie, fried potatoes and onions. A leg spreader. One end was quickly attached to my right ankle, which was then released from the rope which held it stretched toward the wall. The other end was locked to my left ankle, and its rope was released. My legs now hung down, no longer stretched tightly toward the walls on either side of the room, but spread nonetheless.My continuing erection was surreal. It was huge, and hurt, though most of the rest of my body hurt worse. I looked down at it and watched as a small strap was fastened.