Another layer of secrecy. I stepped out of the tent to see Steve, Bitch, and Andy having what seemed to be a rather deep discussion, while Tim read a book. End of Night 2
Night 3
I woke up with Slut snuggled up against me. I turned, heading for the stream path, calling over my shoulder. “Hell of a way to start a day,” he said, then took a long pull from his beer. You have impressed me. I turned to find Gail kneeling just at the end of the path, her face a mess of tears. Gods, people. “Dude, are you fucking kidding? “David, if you’ll come with me, Michael needs to go with Felicia to get ready.”
I frowned, but nodded at Mike, watching the two step through a side door the building. They sounded familiar, too. I looked around the camp. I am Arnold Jeffries. She was sopping wet, her pussy lips hot, swollen, and parting. I chuckled at the ensemble, then noticed the gold anklet. Please, Sir. “Two, Sir!” she called out, a little louder than she probably wanted to.
