"You've got to be kidding me," Nadia hissed at Carl in a whisper. "There is no way I am going to-" and then he was behind her, settling the awkward weight of the strap-on against her mound. A chill went down her spine as he reached between her legs for one of the straps and it occurred to her that if she wanted to, all she had to do was step away from him and he wouldn't be able to click the buckle isn't place. But, she didn't move. She waited, almost patiently, for him to tighten the straps and settled the strap-on snugly into place. It's weight was awkward and unsettling. Just shifting her weight from one foot to the other made the thing swing uncomfortably in a way that made her feel as if it was affecting her balance just being there.<br/><br/>The sudden slap made Nadia stumble forward a half step. Her ass stung a bit, and as she reached back to rub the sting away, she shot Carl a glare. What was he doing stealing cheap shots like that? His arm reached around her and the way her body responded was as thrilling as it was embarrassing. It came so quickly, a wave of heat that made her toes curl before he had even touched her. Everything in her seemed to tighten as his fingers brushed against the thin layer of fabric that was supposed to be protection... and yet did nothing at all to hinder the tingle he put into her skin or the way her clit pulsed at the almost-contact.<br/><br/>She was actually relieved when he walked away. She could breath again. Was he always going to affect her this way now? How could she block it, turn it off... could it be turned off, like a light switch just flicked the other way?<i>'Pull yourself together.'</i>Nadia chided herself. That whole episode had turned her world so side-ways that she couldn't seem to keep her feet under herself. Every time she thought she was steady they threw something else at her to make her slip again. No, this wasn't how it worked. This was not how it was how it was supposed to be. She was the girl that stood up to everyone and would take on anyone, not the weak kneed girl the hid at the barest hint of difficulty.<br/><br/>Between Carl's "brilliant" ideas and Jamie's tips, her mind was reeling despite her best efforts to rein herself in. Take it slow, remove the clips, find out who is best, get mentally connected to the toy.. wait, start? "Start with her pussy?" Nadia asked, her voice thankfully staying strong. She focused on gently removing the few clips that were left. Giving her hands something to do kept them from shaking. "What do you mean, 'start with'?" she couldn't really finish the rest, she could barely even think it. It was hard enough to think she was about use the strap-on at all.<br/><br/><i>'Don't dwell on the weirdness of it. It's just a toy.. just a toy, no big deal.'</i>Yeah, right, no big deal. What if she hurt Jamie?<br/><br/>She sighed, and then frowned. She'd been looking at the dark pink marks on Jamie's soft skin for several seconds, but she had only just really noticed them. Leaning down, she gently licked the tortured skin, feeling an unbidden need to ease any remaining ache that might be there.<br/><br/><i>'It's fine, take it slow, like she said. Deep breaths, Nadia.'</i><br/><br/>Climbing up onto the table would have been awkward enough without the strap-on. Moving around with it was... almost comical. Nadia imagined accidently slapping Carl in the face with the thing and nearly laughed. It made her blush as she settled down next to Jamie, but the blondes last bit of advice eased some of Nadia's fears and bolstered her confidence. If this was new for both of them, then she didn't have anything to measure up to, they would figure it out together.<br/><br/>Although... she had to admit... as she settled on her side and smiled back at the petite blonde, this was better than before. Sure, she had found out she really enjoyed how the little blonde tasted... and she was still wrestling with this seeing other girls in a sexual light, but... this was... nice.<br/><br/>"Your arms okay?" she whispered, and then slid one hand down to Jamie's leg that was still tied. "And your leg, is it okay? It has to be awkward, probably uncomfortable." She let her hand slide further down, finding the fake phallus and sliding her hand down its thick length. It felt obscene, but he guided the tip to Jamie's slit and rubbed the head against her slick lips. She let her knuckles guide her, that way she knew where to rub without looking. It made it easier to torment her the delightful little bundle of nerves and slowly tease her lips apart before nudging forward just a little.<br/><br/>Suddenly, everything changed. It dawned on Nadia that she had the power to fuck Jamie into a senseless, screaming, writhing bliss and a heady rush of adrenaline hit her bloodstream. She had all the power, all the say, and more control than she knew what to do with. There was a heavy weight of responsibility behind it, with all that power, she was also responsible for Jamie's wellbeing. Knowing that seemed to make it all so much easier... and Nadia found herself watching the expressions that raced across the little blonde's angelic face as she adjusted, scooted a little closer, and then nudged her hips forward to slowly work the thick head of the toy into Jamie's tight, gripping slit.