As he started to push on the second gate a man wentover to help him, taking pity on the lad who had such amonstroustask. “I can manage on my own...” The lad’svoice rang out over the hoard of competingexhibitionists. This prompted some laughter, as the boyfelt very proud of being chosen to start the revellerson their way. But the man persisted and soon otherswere there to help start the procession. The float, with its many exhibitors slowly started tomove and swing out into the. Other than this one place, the whole compound was fenced, and that single wire strung along insulators at the top of the fence was doubly intimidating.Now is the time, she told herself. I can walk along the fence as it borders the edge of the drop-off, or I can start directly toward our trailer which will allow me to walk between the stacks of pipe and building materials that have already been delivered.Tightening her hood more securely about her head and face, and slapping her glove-clad. As I come to my senses I realize to my embarrassment my hand is still down the front of my panties, 'Fuck they must know I was doing it, with the porn on and all that', flashed through my mind, but as I sat up and looked from face to face, all I saw was a smile and a cheery demeanor on all the men there, four to be exact.'Get some beers darling', said daddy, as if nothing was amiss. I rose a little unsteadily to my feet, my panties a hue of skin tone, my pussy a classical 'Camel Toe', for all. He was coating her arse with some kind of cool smoothpaste. She gasped and jerked forward as a lubricated fingertip slipped insideand started insinuating itself into her tightly shut sphincter, cramming indollops of the paste that eased its entry. No matter how she tried to squeezeit out, his finger slid in; it was like a bizarre backwards version of tryingto catch a greased pig. Finally he seemed satisfied and withdrew, and sherelaxed a bit in relief despite herself, only to feel a hard round.