"Susan, I have to pee."
"So pee. I'm not stopping you."
Bonnie tried to relax enough to go and finally felt the warm liquid seeping past the dildo and down her legs.
Susan watched her and when she finished, laughed.
"Dirty little slut, peeing yourself. In the old days, you would have been taken out to the woodshed and punished with a switch. We don't have a woodshed, but I do believe I can come up with an acceptable switch."
She walked around and finally picked up a branch. She pulled out a knife and whittled off the bark and small twigs. She pulled the log out from between Bonnie's legs, which drew a loud sigh. Susan swung Bonnie around and used the branch on Bonnie's ass, leaving some small welts. She then removed the harness and pulled out both dildos. Finally, she lowered her arms and unhooked her from the spreader bar attached to her ankles. Bonnie headed to the picnic table, but Susan pointed to the river.
"Clean up first, whore."
Bonnie waded into the water a few feet and washed the pee and cum off her legs, she also splashed a bit of water on her ass, the cool water feeling good on the welts. People on several boats that had anchored offshore and had been watching the activities began whistling and shouting suggestions.
Susan told her to get herself a wine cooler or whatever she wanted to drink from the cooler while she started a fire for dinner. She handed Bonnie one of the bags that had paper plates and silverware. Once there was a hot bed of coals, she got out a couple of pans from the lockbox and pulled out the perch filets along with a couple of burgers.
She got a can of corn, opened the top, and then set it off to one side of the grill. She cooked up the fish and burgers and put a burger and some fish on each plate. After draining the liquid from the can of corn, she split it between the two plates. She had also put some condiments on the table. They ate up every bit of the food, rinsed the can out in the water, and threw the plates in the fire. Bonnie washed the two pans and the utensils in the river first, then with some dish soap, and rinsed them off with a bottle of water before returning them to the box.
By this time, the boats that had anchored and watched them had gone. A few boats were still cruising up and down the river, slowing when they neared the campsite. It was getting dark, and the fire was dying down. Susan flipped the grill up, threw more kindling on the fire, then stacked some of the firewood in a pyramid shape. It did not take long for a roaring fire to catch, lighting up the campsite.
Just then, they saw headlights coming down the hill towards them. A truck parked next to the bike, and a man got out. Susan greeted him with a hug, and he handed her a six-pack of beer, which she put in the cooler after giving him one and taking one for herself.
"So is this your new playtoy? Does she want a beer too?"
"Yea, Henry… that's the little bitch. The wine coolers you got are for her, and I have a bottle of Buttershots. By the way, I got a good-sized catfish for you; I had some good luck fishing earlier."
"I can always count on you for something good."
Bonnie sat on the picnic table bench, quietly sipping on her wine cooler and wondering what was going to happen next. Susan finally got some plastic shot glasses and poured two Buttershots, and Henry pulled out a fifth of whiskey. Susan handed one of the drinks to Bonnie, and they downed the shots while Henry took a swig from his bottle. After several shots and a couple of beers, Henry walked over to the water and peed. Bonnie said she needed to pee again, and more.
"There is a shovel and some toilet paper in the box… go downwind a bit, dig yourself a hole and do what you have to."
A few minutes later, she returned and noticed Henry was sitting at the table, stroking his cock.
"I need some relief over here, slut. You like sucking cock?"
"Doesn't matter if she does or doesn't. Bitch, get over here and take care of Henry."
Bonnie knelt in the sand between Henry's legs and started sucking on his cock. After a short time, he stood up and dropped his pants, then sat back down.
"My balls need some attention, too."
Bonnie continued sucking on his cock, giving his balls some attention as well. Henry and Susan chatted about different things, and every so often, Susan would get up and throw more wood on the fire or grab another drink. When she did a shot, she also handed one to Bonnie to drink.
Bonnie was not used to drinking quite so much hard liquor and found herself becoming quite inebriated. The bonfire was keeping the campsite well lit, though the river was dark unless a boat came in pretty close, they were hard to see. But with the fire, the campsite was quite easily seen.
It was pretty apparent what Bonnie was doing, and several guys shouted suggestions of what they wanted to do to the two girls or what Susan should be doing, obviously assuming Henry was in charge. Susan yelled back a few ideas of her own, inviting any guy who wanted to get pegged to come ashore, and she would gladly oblige them. That shut up most of them except for one guy that kept taunting her and asking her just what she would use to do that. She walked back up to the bike and a minute later came back down into the light where the guy could see that she had removed her pants and was wearing a strap on with a good-sized dildo.