It was old-fashioned with many small buttons down the front. Soft music arose, coming from several concealed speakers. She moved in time to that music... not quite dancing, as she disrobed."This," she began, "is what you get. This face is yours; this mouth is yours. This back is yours." As she removed her blouse, she turned to show her back bare except for the coverage of her bra strap. It was a lovely, supple, back; and it swayed to the music for a moment or two. Then she opened the bra. "I don't doubt it," said Hiram. "Now let me show youwhat I'm dealing with here." He pushed a button on the desk, and animage immediately appeared on the far wall. It was of an exceptionally prettybrunette, dressed in a pink, long-sleeved blouse, black high heels, and nothingelse. She had her rear to the camera and was looking back over her shoulderwith an expression of studied insolence. Because the shot was from behind,it was impossible to miss her fluffy white cottontail, jutting up. ‘What are you doing? Where – what is happening…’ I took no notice of her struggle but pushed my fist into her dripping wet pussy. ‘Unnngh…unnngh…no, we must study..I..teacher…’ Her voice was slurring like a drunkard’s. ‘Certainly Miss, do continue explaining the Periodic Table,’ I said, fisting her quicker and quicker. Her pussy was mindblowingly wet, and her face was contorted. The drug and her arousal made her too weak to counter my actions. In her hazy mind, she could not make sense of the. John did a superb job, received rave reviews from both the campers as well as the other counselors. He willingly agreed to accompany Angie the next year as co-counselors of their cabin. To John, it was a great gig. He got paid a reasonable salary for the summer, had no living expenses, and (sadly???) was forced to live amongst four beautiful teenage girls. When the opportunity presented itself again for another season, John signed up immediately. Angie, too, enjoyed the role of counselor to.