But the longer he stayed holed-up in his room, the more likely it was that someone would stick their head through the door to check that he was alrigh...; possibly Karen.No. He had to face them sooner or later and he wanted to do it on his terms.He got up, got dressed and with a mighty sigh of resignation, opened the door. He proceeded down the cabin’s narrow hallway and then turned right, into the small kitchen/dining area. Jeff and Karen were sitting at the table. Bert was manning the stove.. Do you know that dress is the nicest thing I’ve ever owned? I went to Prom last year in a hand-me-down from my sister – who has tits five times the size of mine. You can imagine how that looked. I would have been better off in a pup tent. Now I sit here and see that Hailey is in almost the exact same situation as I am – but at least she has you.”“You have me,” Phil pointed out.“Yeah,” she agreed. “I do. I’m really sorry I took it out on you. I’m just really mad – not at you and not just about. GO ON, Lisa! You want to win against that cow, don't you?"Lisa obeyed and was soon dripping sweat and attracting an admiring audience as she kept up a skipping rhythm until they were all ordered into their cells to be locked in for the night."Now do I get some rest?" she asked her self-appointed trainer."Push-ups! One hundred. Then a hundred sit-ups. I'll hold your feet for you. Even if they are dirty and smelly!"Samantha counted up to one hundred as Lisa did her push-ups and then leapt off her. I am Chloe or Laura, for the shortest time. I am wanted and it feels good.Another sigh. He squeezes his hand around his dick, tight between his balls and my lips: A swollen vein, slick and gas-blue, is worming into my mouth. And on one finger of that grasping hand, a ring. Married, wife at home, kids bouncing on the bed. Already I know his house and its comforts. His children so clearly defined I could read their bedtime stories.He’s louder and closer. He should be, because I’m good at sucking.