The smell made my stomach turn again.I put my hand over my mouth and ran back to the bathroom. I vomitedagain. My head was throbbing. I started to cry...ng. This was too much. Myfamily likely heard my sobbing, but they let me have my space.I don't know how much time went by. But I did become intimately familiarwith the toilet. It was an late 70's American Standard. Mint Green. Theseat was worn out where the lid would rub when down. Despite my vomit, itwas rather clean, which was a relief since I. Or so I thought. As time went on and I spent more time at the campground, I became completely comfortable with my own body and those of others. To me, the ability to get naked with a group of people demonstrated confidence, and this very confidence made people sexy. Still, I didn’t tick any of the boxes the campground was set up for. No, I was just open minded and enjoyed meeting new people. Girl giving a blow job to six men at once a few feet from me? No big deal. Rough sex happening on the. As I watched this new drawing for a moment, it took life and the dog or cat, still unable to make it out, nudged the figure huddle on the floor. I decided to shed light on this, and started adding a glowing ball to the drawing. Soon, it illuminated the subjects.In the next panel I could clearly see the two who were in the cabin or room. One was a girl in her teens I supposed, and the other was, well, I had never seen something like this before.It seemed to be a cross between a tiger and a wolf. She took sip of tea and said,“now, no more group, in fact no more customers.I had enough, you three and Vinod are more than enough for me.”She kept drinking tea and rubbed hip on cock. Manohar pushed hand under her arms and told her that he has already lined up customers for her. He requested her to continue this business for next three days.“darling, I already booked customers for next three days so please don’t tell no.I promise from monday onward I will book only if you say.”She knew she.