With every wave of pleasure that shot across her body, she ducked her head forward again, then back. Her face continued to twitch, and her knees shook...back and forth. Her hand stopped moving, but perhaps the pleasure was too much for her to handle. She sounded like she wanted to moan, but the only sound that came out was a voiceless gag. Her body finished convulsing, and she lay still. For a few moments, she lay with her knees in the air, panting, trying to catch her breath. Once she was. You'll just have to get another boy for them." Nobody wants another boy, Kenny. You have to stop thinking that way. Do you think you're some kind of interchangeable part, someone that we can all plug in, and unplug, whenever we feel like it? Your mom and dad have been worried sick about you. Bertie's been in her room ever since you left. The only reason she isn't under a blanket in her closet, is because she needs to be alert, so that we can tell her when you're found. I came out here as soon. “Kick a man while he’s down, will ya?” Damien cries out. “Hey! No! It’s getting better! Totally better! You can sleep in my bed tonight!” Desiree replies. “It’s a deal with the devil, I’m sure of it.” Damien says as they make way for him to leave the tent. “Thanks bro!” Desiree cheers, giving Damien a slap on the ass to thank him.“HEY!” He yells back.SLAP! Harper slaps Desiree’s ass even harder. “OW!” Desiree cries as she dives into the tent.“Don’t worry, Damien, I’ll teach her some manners for. "Code in." A professional sounding voice greeted her bluntly. "Excuse me?" Code in, please." Shit," she cursed under her breath as she closed her eyes and tried to remember her employee assigned pin number for this assignment. It took her a few seconds, but it finally came to her and she rattled off the correct series of digits and numbers and then had to repeat herself more clearly. "Hold one," the voice announced as it verified her information. The brunette bartender had sat up when they were.