After all, the money was -incredible-. And Mr. Smith was not bad, as men go... all I had to do was play the part of his obedient plaything, even just ...or a few months, and I'd be out of debt... after that, I could always quit, right?"Lucy." I jumped. Mr. Smith's voice was projecting from an intercom in the room somewhere. "Will you come out here, please?" Yes, sir," I replied quickly. I had no idea if he should hear me or not, but I thought it was better to err on the side of caution.When I. ..it was getting chilly so i removed the blanket that i had packed and and handed it over to her...she looked sweaty and bothered and i didnt understand why she needed a blanket...she started walking into the forest and i didnt know what she was upto...i followed her and she found a soft area and spread the blanket there...she turned to me and i will never forget the look in her eyes or the huskiness of her voice...she called out my name and she sank into the blanket and told me she wanted me. I say my thoughts were irrational because he had never gotten upset with me ever; it was just in my head.That week’s game broke up earlier than usual and after the guys left we went into the living room. I had a fresh beer ans was filling a bowl. Frank had picked up on something because he asked me what was wrong. i decided to take a chance and tell him what i was thinking about. He didn’t get upset with me at all. He told me i didn’t need to worry about it, that we could be together as long as. "WHAT?" exclaimed Susan. "What could be so bad?" "Well, I just don't know how to say it... he...he..." "Spit it out, girl!" shouted Lou. "He came in my face!" she blurted. Louise roared with laughter. "Oh honey, it's no crime. My fella shoots in mine all the time". "And mine" added Jane. "Mine too" said Susan, "and you are such a pretty little thing, no wonder he wants to cover you in his man goo". "What? You let your guys masturbate in your face? Don't you realise how degrading that is?".