I wrapped the towel around my middle and, with dirty boxers and shorts in hand, walked quietly into the bedroom. I stopped when I saw her reclined on ...y bed, with her sandals sitting neatly next to it. She was engrossed in a photo album I’d brought with me, showing snapshots of me as a lifeguard with bevies of bikini-clad women of several ethnicities at Manhattan Beach. My heart leapt and cock jumped when I caught a glimpse beneath her short dress, since her relaxed legs lay slightly apart. She. And off came the shoes, “Very well,” she said, “But don’t think this means I’m spending the night.”“And who invited you? What kind of guy do you think I am!” I shot back, taking the proferred tumbler of Vodka and sipping it. Hers was already a quarter gone. I would have said she had a wooden leg if I hadn’t gotten tactile proof otherwise earlier. She made a show of walking away toward the balcony doors, stretching languidly, her beautiful huge full tits visible even from behind. I leaned. I wanted his cock back where it belonged. Using me, fucking my pussy mouth. "Beg for it bitch!" he demanded. "Beg to be allowed to drink my cum. Show these other men what a worthless slut like you is good for." Please Sir. Please let me suck your cock. Please Sir, please fuck my face. I am your slut Sir. I am your faggot." Damn bitch," he said. "You really are a faggot."I loved hearing him talk to me like that, but more I loved that he again fed me his cock. He didn't last long though and after. She could feel her nipples hardening under his gaze.“I won’t be long, don’t move at all until I get back.” he barked.While she was blindfolded, naked and kneeling in front of his tent she heard him scuffing about undergrowth; yet her tits and her nipples betrayed her excitement; her cunt was juicing-up and she had an urge to frig herself!The snap of a twig jerked her back to reality. Heart racing she strained to hear another sound. Was someone there? Oh my God. What if someone is just standing.