She soon learned that she was to be the featured attraction. The crowd murmured its approval as her Master unzipped and removed her bustier. Her slut-...its were thrust proudly outward and the diamond and platinum nipple jewelry glittered in the bright glare of the spotlight. Her collar and chain leash would remain on her neck throughout the evening as a reminder that she was the property of her Master but there would be no limits or conditions other than those of her own making. She had been. She turned in a circle, trying to find the source, but saw nothing. The clicking continued. Sometimes it seemed random, other times it seemed to follow a pattern. It never got louder, never got softer. Creeping around the fire, she finally decided that the sound was coming from one of the tents. Perhaps they were cleaning their weapons or armor, preparing for the next leg of the trip. That was good. If the men were used to each other making noise, they wouldn’t become suspicious if she slipped. She seemed uncomfortable but did not object. I felt sorry for her as I knew she was not objecting only because she did not want to make a scene and that I was her family member and she was having soft corner for me.But my lust was over taking my conscious. I took my hand from her shoulder and put it on her thigh. She shivered but kept quite. I was now massaging her thighs. After some time I looked at her and saw that she was extremely tense. I felt sorry for her and also felt extremely ashamed. That young lady I believe now has something she would like to say."Every student turned their eyes onto the attractive blonde girl who had been seated alone, deliberately so.She stood there alone. Julie Morris was nervous, shy and scared. This wasn't a situation she was used to but it was one of her own making, and she wanted to make recompense, needed to do so because Saturday at the Robertsons had driven it home like nothing else. Life was much more fun if you did indeed treat other people.