She started to relax when she got close enough to see it was still there. She composed herself and walked her outrageously sexy body back to the tent... She said a quick prayer of thanks that her clothes were still there. After dressing, she needed to find Scooter as soon as possible. She walked over to the large tent he had disappeared into for the meeting, and there was no sign of him. A foreboding man asked her what she was looking for. She said Scooter, and he said Scooter had a mission. She said she did like him, he's a good guy with a sense of humor but didn't ask her out. She sounded a little disappointed about that. We finally got off the phone, and I climbed into bed, alternatively day-dreaming of making love with Jacqui again and what Shaun and Michelle were doing. I don't think I'll ever get tired of imagining how the two of them might be making out, making love – or fucking, whichever might be the case. Jim, Joan, Michelle and I had all agreed to take Friday afternoon. You tell me that I can only cum when you say so. When we get to the highway rest area, you take me about a half mile into the woods near some secluded picnic tables. I get to my knees and start to suck your cock, you face fuck me really hard; you are standing and in total control, the way I love it. I finger my pussy as you gag me with your cock. When your cock is dripping wet with my saliva, you pull me up and bend me over the picnic table face down. You push up my skirt and pull my panties. I recognised him from an encounter in a toilet where he had confidently fingered my hole to an appreciative audience.I stood up to reveal myself to him, and with a filthy smile he headed directly for me.His hands were everywhere - probing and pulling , slapping and squeezing.I didn’t have a moment to pull myself together before he had inserted three fingers deep into my wet hole. With this he was walking me around like a puppet, automatically my clit started streaming. He had total control over.