Now here is where I got into trouble. For characters sake: she had a whip. A whip.My mind had raced. The whole night it seemed the perfect prop to aid...in playful flirtations and she was not short of attention for it. That night I was transfixed by her, her attire played into every single fantasy I had had as a teen struggling to understand both my attraction to girls and my submissive side. All night I struggled to take my eyes off her.Suddenly it seemed my mind was taken over and I wanted. .. take your time, wash everything, look at it as you do, familiarize yourself with me," I told him. "But more importantly, enjoy yourself while you do."I didn't have really long labia, but I enjoyed it when he pulled on each one stretching them out as he washed them, running a slippery finger alongside each of them, in addition to dipping the tip of his finger inside me. His look of utter fascination as he took his time admiring, just looking at me was arousing in and of itself. I could feel. If she wasn't passedout from the crack, she was taking more of it.On Monday morning, Sam called and took her first-ever sick day... andspent the rest of the day high. On Tuesday, she didn't even think tocall. When the sergeant called, she just said that she was down with theflu. And from the sound of her, the sergeant believed it. Sam told herboss that she might just take the rest of the week off. Which she did.Stoned out of her mind. Barely eating.Throughout the week, Sam found herself. Luckily, I managed some glances at some very nice packages and they weren’t the kind your local carrier brings and you sign for them. Everybody had on jeans, but some were so tight against their asses and their crotches I could even see their full-shafts without much effort. Other guys had a loose fit which made it easy to see their ass cracks every time they bent over to lift or whatever.After several hours of unloading it was just about dusk and Brian said we need to set up the tents before.