"Howdy, Miss," a tall park ranger smiled as he tipped his hat to her, "Can I see your reservation?" My reservation," her eyebrows raised. "For a...cam...site?" Yes, all of the sites here are reserved. There is an online system, but I don't see your name on the list anywhere. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You should ha—" Nooo!" she pouted, "None of the other campsites are even occupied. Is there a way for me to just sign up right now?" Unfortunately, no, the rules are. "So you can do what you like, I like to be thrown around a little, you know? Anything goes, I want you to hurt me, but don't leave any marks. You know, leave marks, but they have to be below the clothing line. Not the face, but other than that... do your best." Face down on the bed, Carmella swiveled her hips to shift her big cheeks from one side to the other. She could hear his zipper and belt being fumbled with, pants hitting the floor. Slapping her ass playfully, she tried to further coax. " She then removed a ball of string and glanced at his member. Calculating how much she needed, she used a pair of scissors to snip the required length and tied one end securely around the sponge. "Here," she said, handing it to him. "Before you insert your prick, Mr. Johnson," she instructed. "Can you be so kind as to push this into my hole first so that it can soak up your spend. The head of your thing shall force it as deep as it needs to go."To assist, she resumed her position and reached. One of the things that was best about Nationals was seeing all their friends. Jack Garrison hadn't arrived yet, but Liz Cushman and Christine Arsenault quickly joined them in the stands."You two dragged your asses out of bed at 7 am to watch dance practice?" Warren teased them."What, and pass up the opportunity to see the First Couple of Ice Dance perform a tango? Perish the thought," Christine replied.This was an original dance practice, so Warren and Sophia would be practicing their Piazzola.