Trying to stand up was a different story. I made it to my knees twice before wobbling and falling over. Alice didn't fare much better; she swayed side...ays and toppled over like a tree in a hurricane when she tried to rise to her feet. We were a mess.Finally, we got ourselves into sync and helped each other climb to our feet. Like two drunken sailors, we staggered off toward our tent with the beams of our flashlights leading the way. A fuzzy part of my brain was engaged in trying to do a basic. “Three. There are three of them outside and waiting.”Frode was going to step forward, but I shook my head and picked up the ugly-looking knife we had taken with us from Mrs. Hansen’s house. Then I carefully moved close to the door, with the knife. Besides the lock, there was a chain inside protecting the door, but it had been left unfastened. After all, there should be nobody here. I wondered if these people knew that there were so many locks on the back door that coming through it would have. We'd done it trying to swing across the creek, and of course, the rotting branch of the dead tree broke and down went Mike, yelling the whole time. We only realized he'd broken his arm when I slapped him on the back, laughing at the spectacle of him covered in mud as he'd climbed out.We'd write stories and create cover identities for ourselves, and spend the entire day pretending we were the people in our made up story, and we would nit pick holes in each other's stories.We were both on the. “My slave is all wet and wanting now isn’t she.”“Yes Mistress I need you so badly.”“ I know you do slut.” she replies letting her fingers slide easily into her slave’s pussy.She starts working her fingers in and out slowly. Listening to her slave moan and grind against her hand. Her fingers continue to work bring her slave to the edge of orgasm and then she stops.“On your knees slut.”Quickly the slave drops to her knees and waits for her Mistress’ next command. She can smell her Mistress.