A small smile played at the corners, as she slept on. He lay beside her, amazed he had loved her this way, and fell into a very contented sleep. Next ...hing he knew, the morning sun was shining in his face, and the bed was empty next to him. ‘Did that really happen last night? Did she know it, and was upset with him this morning?’ He had no time to ponder those questions as he turned toward the bedroom door, as she appeared. ‘Good morning, my wet dream man. How did you sleep last night? I had. “Really? That sounds like a story! Tell us more.”“Noo!” She giggled and blushed remembering the camera. “I can’t tell you that!”“Okay, okay…well perhaps you can show me your chest a little bit?”“Mm? Like this?” She pulled the straps of her top down but cradled her bra supported breasts to shield them.“Ya, don’t try to be slow. I’ll just edit this so you don’t tease the audience.” She blushed at the mention of the audience and looked at the camera suddenly aware of it again. “Those. " She sniffed. "I went to this party and then there was talk all over school that six boys had fucked me. I didn't remember any of it. I was in 7th grade I think."The dean nodded and continued his gentle stroking along her slit and over her clitoral hood. Vixen shuddered and gnashed her teeth. "That hurt?" he asked.She shook her head. "Do you understand what Taylor did, what he got into?" No," the man said, slipping two fingers slowly up into her. "He was already rich. His car cost more than my. It was far breezier than it had been the first night, but she felt strangely exhilarated as her hair whipped round her face and the salt tickled her nostrils.Finding a sheltered corner beneath the upper deck, she sat down on a hard wooden bench and tucked her knees under her chin. It was peaceful out here; soothing after the manic restaurant and bar. It was also nice to be alone for a while, with only her thoughts for company.The sound of giggling soon alerted her to the presence of others..