“Becky asked, ‘Did you guys just bring me here to be your camp whore? Am I just supposed to lay down and let you stick it in me whenever you want ...o?’“Her lips were trembling so I stood up and put my arms around her and said gently, ‘No, not at all! We both love you and want good things for you.’“She broke down in sobs as I held her. I looked at Bobby and he came to hold her from behind. When she quieted down she looked up and gave me a quick kiss.“I released her and said, ‘Well, you’ve removed. Riding the crowd's lust like a wave, Chris just let his body take over, swaying left and right to the beat. Swivelling a hip, smacking the firm flesh of her ass. Kicking one leg up over her head and leaning against the pole, rubbing so tightly she could feel the friction on her clit. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. My hair is longer, blown out until it's straight. My boobs are bigger, God, just look at them spilling out of the corset. His heels were at least four and a half inches. They were concentrated on her inner thighs, and a few were placed directly between the lips of her pussy, which were positively dripping at this point.Suddenly, they stopped. Something was placed against her lips. The musky smell told her immediately what to do, and she opened her mouth, enveloping the cockhead, and began to suck hungrily. Clamps pinched her nipples and her head began to swim. She was delirious with passion.Two soft hands began to stroke her belly and inner thighs. A tongue. "Who the hell is Ken Sanders?"She pushed herself out of the chair and backed up to the sink, trying to get away from me."For the last god-damned time. Who the hell is Ken Sanders?" A friend, just a friend." She was scared to death as the words came out of her mouth."Did you have sex with him?" Yes. Yes, I had sex with him." Did you have sex with him last night?" Yes. Yes, I did. Stop this John. Please, stop this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just stop, please."She was standing by the sink, bawling.