Yes, Camp Horn has its own currency and bank, just like the wizarding world. One US dollar is world one coin and one coin can buy you gum and a diet d...ink. Thank goodness, there is no real security to protect the bank, just a door that has to be unlocked by a card, only the head counselor in each cabin has. Thankfully, I was cool with the head counselor from another cabin, so she let me use her card for 150 US dollars for one day. I open the door for her, she walks in and I shut the door to. As i said she was not my usual taste but an eager young pussy should never be turned down.Once we got back to her house she took me upstairs and she led to a bedroom with a big double bed which was obviously her parents bedroom.She must have noticed my concern as she said,"Don't worry my parents are out and anyway i only have a small single bed and i need a big bed when i fuck".Damn she was forthright.I lay down on the bed and she proceeded to unzip my trousers,releasing my already stiff. It’s just me all week.” Still standing, Lisa asked, “Would you two like a soda or some lemonade? I could make tea?”Steve continued to let Kevin speak for him, “Two sodas sound good.”And with that, Lisa disappeared into the kitchen. Kevin waited for her before he stood and reached out as if he were playing with imaginary breasts and humping an imaginary body. “This is going to be great!”Steve finally spoke, “She’s chubbier than she looks in her pic.”Kevin smiled, “Yea, a bit, but you won’t care. I loved having Billy call me Mistress, and Jamul Master when he was over our house, and having my own personal cute little love slave to do all the menial tasks around the house is a housewife’s dream come true. In fact I no longer wiped myself after peeing, preferring to have my own living bidet take care of that. And not having to lower the toilet seat anymore was a fantasy come true. My only real problem in life at this point was that I started to get sick every.