It was difficult to get used to walking like this, but she didn't have time to worry about this. She went straight to the bathroom and started wiping ...he cum from her face, chest, hair, and hands. She reapplied her makeup and did her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look as good as earlier, before her world collapsed around her, but she looked good, for a whore.She went back into the room and found her shoes. She cringed and stopped herself from crying as she slowly eased. Opening the door I said, ‘Come on, let’s take a walk.’ Carmen paused just long enough to slip on her sandals. As I closed the door, I said, ‘We’re on the southern edge of the National Forest and it runs north, all the way to the lake where I live. There’s a place down along this creek I want to show you. I think you’ll like it.’ I took her hand and we walked back toward the creek. Just short of it, I turned off into a narrow path and she followed along behind me for a short distance, until it. I decided I could probably indulge in voyeurism…. as long as nobody could actually see ME. I realize that’s not necessarily how that works but hey, it as long as that’s what’s happening in my mind….. My husbands likes to push our boundaries just a wee bit, so this evening’s Round Two was likely to push my limits. Chase arrived hot on the heels of the first round of drinks, sliding in on my left. A long opulent red velvet covered couch ran the length of the wall with small tables every few. I didn't quibble over how many times or how many men. Her, too, I tried to make as comfortable as possible.Finally, I turned my attention to the younger woman. She had crumpled to a huddled mass on the road and was crying hysterically. I tried talking to her, I tried shaking her shoulder, and, as a last resort, I slapped her face before I could get her to acknowledge my existence. At that, not surprisingly, she tried to pull away from me, but she really had no place to run.She continued to cry.