“Er tips?” Jamie was only a little bit distracted by the show of Carl helping Nadia into the harness. Okay maybe she was -a lot- distracted. But there was just something so sexy about a tomboy in a tattered button down wearing a new toy for them to play with…even if the toy seemed especially daunting and the wearer looked less than confident.<i>Hey! Stop staring at her tits and give her some pointers before she makes it so you can’t walk right for the rest of the week.</i><br/><br/>“Um…start slow…not just for my sake but because you probably don’t use the same muscles required for the strap on that often. Plus it sort of lets you get mentally connected to the toy…” Yeah…it sounds a little silly, but a lot of the pleasure that came with giving with the strap-on is mainly in your head. At least, many of the times Jamie was the one wielding one, it had been mostly all about a mental high that revolved around the power trip of having a cock and the intimacy created by having her hands and mouth free to explore other areas than a girl’s pussy. It usually got her so wound up that just the little bit of rubbing of the harness against her clit and mound made her totally unravel once her ears were assaulted by her partner’s screams.<br/><br/>“Oh and make sure the harness is comfortable but pretty snug so that you have more control.” Strap-ons are 30 kinds of awkward. There’s an appendage attached to a part of your body where there shouldn’t be anything sticking out. Plus you can’t feel the tip or length of the fake dick that’s sticking out so awkwardly from between your legs.  But she figured Nadia would have a lot of fun with it, as long as she could get past the strangeness of having one on.<br/><br/>“Ack! Damnit Carl! You could –ask- me to move.” Jamie hissed as all that manhandling loosened and then restretched the skin around her thighs and slit. One of the clothespins popped off in all of the rearranging around and thankfully Nadia went ahead and took off the last two. The blonde let out a happy little groan as feeling rushed back into flesh that was made hypersensitive from abuse. Her milky thighs were bright red and where the clothespin on her sex had been had turned that particular part of her pussy from pink to almost maroon. But at least everything felt sooooo much better now. Even the clips on her puffy nipples weren’t -that- unbearable anymore…well as long as she held perfectly still and they didn’t move even a millimeter. “No, I’ve never had anything in my ass. And don’t think you’re going to put anything up there without getting kick to the head.” But judging by how heavily her firm but still fleshy thigh rested on Carl’s arm, kicking wasn’t going to happen…at least not until she regained a little more of her strength to launch a proper assault.<br/><br/>“I’ll tell you what I like when we figure that out together.” Jamie offered a bit of an encouraging smile to the redhead so she’d go ahead and get started. Perhaps Nadia would find a little bit of comfort in knowing that they both were new to this sort of situation. “But don’t worry about it, you’ll do fine, just have fun with it. ” Maybe the most redeeming part of strap-on place was the level of communication it required. And Jamie would be sure to give Nadia plenty of feedback through moans, gasps, and maybe even a little bit of begging.