“You take a good sniff; I know how you like to smell my used panties, you told me all about yourself when I d**gged you. You are mine now, and I ca...’t wait to parade you before the girls; I’ve told them about my new acquisition and they will all want pleasing. You will have a very sore tongue before you are allowed to sleep tonight.” My cock bobbed rigidly as willingly took in the delicious scent from the warm, moist satin camel-toe my nose was pressed against; the reality that I was now. ‘Sure, Tammy,’ he said, returning to his blanket. He took a sip from his soda can and thought for a moment. He looked around at the assembled faces around the campfire. All eyes were on him, wide and ready for a tale. One of the reasons why he was hired was for his quick ability to come up with campfire stories. Eight candles circled ‘Happy Birthday’ on the white frosted, vanilla cake. There were light blue and pink flowers made of sugar on it. It was round, two layered, could feed six if the. Amy gasped insurprise at the sudden shock that went throughout her body. Her stomachrebelled again with the middle of her belly feeling like it was slidingdownwards.Amy's clitoris suddenly grew hard inside of its hooded folds, gentlyexpanding outward into the air. A little pearl of her wetness drippeddown onto her exposed vaginal lips. The small bit of liquid trailingonto her thighs.She leaned against the back, bracing her arms against the wall. Thesensation was growing warmer, her pussy lips. And he lit a fire and sat in his easy chair with his evening paper and his cigar.But he couldn't concentrate. He got up, looked out the cottage window and saw it was getting dark. He was worried now. Very worried. He grabbed his jacket and headed out to the door. He unhitched his horse from the small wagon and hopped on. And headed down the road. It would be very dark soon, pitch black. Maybe he'd see her on her way home and could pick her up. He road up and down the country lanes but there was.