She was not a whore. She was an exotic dancer and struggling student. The blonde sighed loudly but didn’t make a move to leave."Three thousand. My f...nal offer. I have to have this wrapped up by the end of the summer and then I have a paper to present." “Paper? What fucking paper? Look, this is…four thousand, ten days, and it’s a deal but I want guarantees and ground rules. The first of which is that I am not a whore. I’m an exotic dancer.” “I think we’ve established what you are. Now we’re. She asked me more questions about my strange arrangement with Renee and I told her the truth about everything she wanted to know. I even told her that I had turned Renee down that night to go out to dinner with her. She just laughed. She was fascinated by the whole thing. I also got the impression that she was charmed by my honesty and complete lack of deception.I took Amanda back home and kissed her goodnight. We made plans to hang out again the next night after I got off work and I headed. The girls were bound in a variety of positions and were raped with gusto. When it started to get a bit dark, we did naked selfies and headed back down to the RV. The girls were naked, and their bare feet were used badly by the time we got back. The girls all bore this stoically. A thought kept hitting me since I took the girls. Why was Emma so....compliant?I just had to know, but how was I going to ask that kind of a question? Early the next morning, we were on the road after some camp clean. I continue stroking my hand up and down my cock as I deeply inhale her scent. Watching on as she slips the dildo in and out of herself and moans in ecstasy.Taking the panties away from my nose I gently rub the smooth damp material up and down my shaft. Watching intently as she speeds up her thrusts. “Ooooohhh fuck.” She moans with her head tilted to the side. As she Leans back into the corner of the shower moaning. I watch on intently as she roughly gropes her breast before pulling on her.