.. stopping by every week. Where you been?"Anthony sighed as the oddly matched pair continued talking, grabbing his coffee and newspaper from the coun...er. I could be here a while, he realized as he began trudging back to the camper."Hey mister," a voice called from behind him."Yeah?" he answered, turning to see a bundle of rags with feet running up to him. On closer inspection Anthony realized the bundle was actually a scrawny girl. She had short blond hair and a dirty face, and Anthony. Embrace your inner whore. It's what you want."I looked around the parking lot. "It's empty, Domina. You and I are alone."She smiled at me. "That will change. Once you're in that door, I'll start making phone calls. You're going to be busy for twelve hours. Trust me. You're not the first bitch I've done this to, whore. If you ask me one more question, the deal is off," she said reaching over and grabbing my pussy, rubbing my clit. "You fucking whore! You're wet already! You can't wait for. It felt so much better than a dildo: this warmth and this odor of sex were intoxicating. I didn't want to show her I was enjoying it, partly because I was ashamed of it and also because I wanted her to think that her revenge was working and that she was being successful in humiliating me. Maybe she would leave me alone after that: I was rather afraid to become her sex slave forever and suffer the constant blackmailing power she would have upon me. Unfortunately, I couldn't help moaning softly. She was wearing purple bikini-style panties with a lace pattern around the edges. They covered her up decently, but I could feel the energy in the room shifting, as I’m sure everyone else did too. I wasn’t the jealous type or anything. I noticed Jake glance down to check out the results, and I couldn’t blame him. I trust him and Lucia, so it kind of turned me on that she was partially exposed to everyone.My turn was next, and for my truth I asked, “How often do you masturbate?” and for my dare,.