Sarah had been using her friends small purple vibrator since the last time she stayed over. She didnt really like penetration, so this little toy was ...erfect for her. She loved clitoral stimulation and this thing buzzed and vibrated like train tracks on her thick clit. Sometimes she even left it on all night, pressed tight against the large nub by her tightest pair of panties. When she woke up in the morning, it was usually to a huge orgasm and her panties and bed were soaked with her juices.. ” I was dying. “Of course,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to my torment. “Pictures are never a match for the real thing, but all in good time.” What!? What the fuck did ‘all in good time’ mean? We worked in silence for a couple of minutes, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could escape. But she wasn’t done yet, and the problem was, I’m taller than her, and I couldn’t avoid the view down her cleavage. Her rubbing motions as she washed the. That was the easy part. Next I tried to untie my wrist with my teeth. No luck! Man that rope was tight. All my moving around was causing the squishy things to move and change positions also. Then I felt something hard inside one of them. When I got it in my hand I could feel what felt like scissors. A solution. I tried to break the rubber around the squishy things but could not do it with my hands. Maybe my teeth. It was hard work but I got a hole in it and this slimy wet smell goo spilled. It was a triumph, a revelation of her own strength, and prowess. And the sign that he needed her, too.For a few moments, it was nice, to just lie in his arms. Exerted muscles burned away the cool touch of the night and the scent of their combined lust hung in the air. Breathing in tandem, they both fought to catch their breath, to recover from energetic passion. It didn’t last long. The ground was hard and flecks of dirt stuck to their sweat-slick skin. They needed a fire, and blankets, and.