I knew that it wasn’t a scientific experiment but I hoped that it would give me a general idea but it didn’t. I moved my hand away and his head bent further over my pussy and started licking. “Wow Emma,” Owen said, “you’ve got to come out with us one night wearing that, it would be great for the fancy dress pub crawl.”
“And you could wear these as well.” Jackson said as he held up my cuffs and collar. What I needed was a man to stand in front of me holding the camera. But wait, there was more. The sun hadn’t felt as hot on my skin that day so after the drink I went and found another space for me to sunbathe. I turned and saw that he was holding one of my butt plugs, the one with the long, pink, fox tail. For a split second my brain got an image of all 5 of them gang-banging me and I had a little chuckle to myself. I laughed at myself, and wondered how many people had seen my butt plug, then went into the beach bar.
