As I drove to the rendezvous I felt my cunt wet into my panties.I met Vincent in the lobby and was concerned when he was alone."Don't worry" he said "...y friends are on their way. I just promised them that I would get here first to see if you were genuine, which you obviously are."Vincent was a looker. Six foot six inches of manliness and very, very handsome. We went to the room and he poured us a drink "To get the atmosphere right" he said. "You've got the camera" I asked and he nodded that it. His cock was almost instantly rock hard. He pushed it between my ass cheeks and against my virgin asshole. I’d never even had a guy finger me there before.He pushed against my asshole and without him even penetrating me, I wanted to scream out in pain. He pushed hard, but I was too tight.He gave up momentarily and moved down between my legs. He slid into my wet pussy, but even though it was clearly going to hurt, I didn’t want anything other than my asshole to be fucked. I moved my body so that. Could it be that this was the first time in his life, somebody went beyond friendly, to friend? This can be an eye-opener for a lonely kid.His face broke out in a huge smile, “Well, Matt,” there was a slight hesitation, and then he plunged on.“This is my track trap.” He pointed to a 2-yard square area. It looked like a kiddy sandbox, filled with sand. “My plan was that the sasquatch would step in the sand, and we would be able to get a definitive footprint. We could get weight estimates and. Becca, I love you. Just say it! Tell her. Becca clears her throat and changes the subject. "Are you going to be okay? You've never worn a device like this, have you?" Stacy runs her hand over the rigid metal frame around her waist. "Why did you agree to wear it?" Becca asks, finding a comfortable spot on Stacy's chest to place her head. ~~~ ~~~ Miss Cara places a chastity belt on the coffee table in her living room. Stacy stands in front of it, nervous and weirdly interested. "Do you want to.