Pablo was right, he wasn't very good at this. He was a shoddy looking, middle aged ruffian with a wispy beard. I put my pistol right behind his head a...d cocked it. He tensed up, and then slowly turned his head to be looking down the barrel. I quietly ordered him, “Put the rifle on the ground and slowly stand up and turn around” He complied and stood there looking pretty dejected. “Who are you, who sent you to be spying on me,” I barked. “Oh, no, senor, I wasn't spying on you.” The next few. ”“Did he expect you to put out for his friends?”Marlene sighed, “He asked once, but I turned him down and told him I was out of the business and that I didn’t want to be a slut anymore.”Alice smiled, “We love sluts around here. All the women sometimes refer to themselves that way. It has a meaning here: S is for sexuality, L is for love, U is for understanding, and T is for tolerance. We are sluts. We acknowledge and savor our sexuality, and allow it to flourish. We love other people, and. In my mind the Christian rules against this screamed, but my body was louder. My heart beat in my chest like the thunder of a cannon as her breath warmed my vagina. Then her tongue was on me. I melted instantly under her licks. She seemed to know what my body wanted, even though I didn't. We were not permitted to touch ourselves, though I did when alone in the woods. But, oh how I swayed under the spell of her wet mouth. The feeling took my breath away.My knees fell farther open as if to let. . I don't think any of the guys noticed because I was carrying a tray in front of meStartWhen I was able to, I quickly darted my hand to my crotch to give it a little push so I wouldn't leak into my panties. Yes it was that bad, I'm literally on the verge leaking chest into my panties. At least I was wearing black pants so hopefully it wouldn't show as much as lighter colored pants I thought to myself. A few time as I was walking, or should I say teetering, I had to reach a hand under my tray.