He told me to call immediately if Jandaeng made contact with me, but there was nothing more that I could do at the moment. Was it a good sign that Jan...aeng had disappeared? Experience had taught me that nothing to do with Jandaeng was good news.A few minutes later Nin returned, with a smile as wide as her face.‘Hi, Nin. What are you so pleased about?’ ‘I got date,’ she giggled with a shy grin on her face.‘Nin, that's wonderful. Who is it?’‘I was in bar and this American started to talk to me.. She froze, looked down to pull her slippery fingers from her jeans, and she heard Megan say “What was that?”Daphne looked up, then scrambled to pull the sleeping bag up over her cousin’s legs, and tug her own tee back down over her kitties. Rosalind sensed this was her best chance. Without stopping to think about exactly where it might lead, she pushed open the tent flap door and stepped firmly inside. Both girls stared nervously up at her as she stood with hands on hips.“Oh shit, mom you. Tables, chairs and decorations had been added to the roomwhile we'd been hiding in the back. Most of the people were sitting attables or milling around near them. There was a large empty section justin front of the stage that looked like it was intended to be a dancefloor. As I scanned the crowd I found several familiar faces.My mom, Heidi, Luanne, Patricia, Gloria, Jerry, and Jill's parents allsat at the same table in the back corner near the entrance. There wereothers I recognized in the. I started rocking with him, pushing my slutty ass back against his hand each time he pushed in. "Pleasepleaseplease" I whimpered, "please let your slut cum for you."It amazed me, in some small part of my mind, that I wasn't the least bit embarrassed or humiliated by my words. Because that's what I'd become -- his slut to do with as he pleased, how and when and as long as he pleased. "What are you?" he said, just barely loud enough to hear. "Oh god I'm your slut and please I need to cummmmmmmm".