"Bum," she said, and her mouth engulfed the head. More of it beganto disappear past her red lips. That same moment she threw herthigh over my head, ...nd it landed on my shoulder, and I foundmyself staring directly into her crotch. My nose nudged herbeautiful slit.She had a neatly trimmed beaver, and I saw at once that she was atrue blonde. But rising out of her slit, climbing high andstanding up stiff, was a pink pole! Her prick. Her dildo. Was...? It was a big thing, bigger than mine,. Most important of all they are actually very clean which is unusual for campsites. I wave goodbye as I walk into the men’s side and soon you can hear the sound of running water closely followed by some very out-of-tune whistling. Quickly stripping off your few clothes you step under the cool running water which feels fabulous in this sticky night. Trying to ignore the tunelessness from next door you start to soap yourself down. Your mind wanders, thinking about what else we can get up to this. A further psychological profile, conducted on you during your time in incarceration, provided the necessary indications that you were suitable for the role as one of our Slave Trainers.You will therefore be in charge of selecting a celebrity from a pool of available victims and in training them to fulfill the wises of our clients. Concerning this aspect of your job, I have put together a dossier regarding the slave's personality and assets, alongside the desires of the client that has. I pulled on a clean pair of white bikini briefs then rummaged in my draws and found my white hipster jeans. Perfect I thought and pulled them on up over my thighs. I turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror and I knew I looked good and I just wished I could go out like this with my bust all bare; I sure my husband would appreciate it. Oh well I knew I couldn't so I rummaged once more and found a faded denim shirt and put that on. I left most of the buttons undone though as I always.