"I'll come and help", she called and despite my protests she caught me up halfway down the next flight of stairs. She snaked an arm round my hips and ...tarted to feel by cock through my pants.When we got to the room I heard her lock the door behind us. I should have been more forceful in my protests but I'd had a few beers and when she went down on her knees and took my hardening cock in her mouth, my willpower melted away. "What the hell" I thought. A free blow job wasn't going to do me any. Don't move." A few minutes passed, and at first Layla had no idea what was going on. Then she realized…only when he had finally removed his foot and let her sit up. His cock was long and rigid again, hard as granite. He retrieved a gun from the rack on the wall and then laid down, his cock like an obscene spear pointing up at the roof of the tent. "For your punishment, lazy cunt, you get to mount my shaft and fuck yourself. And if you aren't energetic enough in busting your cunt on a real man's. Let me see in anything's going on down here.” and with that she reached up the girls skirt, I could see her try and move some painties away before giving up and simply pulling them down to her ankles before reaching back up. “No hair yet. Not as good as Daisy, but still hot.” “You do like your slicks don’t you?” I stated, using the term she came up with to describe the young hairless girls she liked. “Slicker the better.” she confirmed.“Come on sweetie, you can have her later.” I said, as I. Elliot waiting on us.“George,” Mr. Buckley greets as he holds his hand out and I shake it. Mr. Elliot stands as he shakes my hand. “It’s good to see you again and I’m glad you made it here safe.”He opens a thick folder and begins to brief me. Camp Zion is still doing great, as it has for the past thirty-something years. With the wealthy clientele, it has year round customers, and it will continue to be a money-maker. The profits from Camp Zion go into a separate trust fund, still in my name. My.