"Just rub it there for a moment," she purred, loving the feel of his hard prick as it slid up and down the crevice of her ass. Steve leaned into her e...en closer, his lips now taking soft tiny bites from her neck, his hands once again busy at her breasts, kneading her flesh, toying with her nipples."God I love you," he sang into her neck, feeling his desire slip easily as though guided by some unseen hand into her liquid passage. Chris moaned pleasurably, feeling his entire length slip inside,. ”Oh, so you didn’t even pack a tent with enough space for me, I thought semi-bitterly. “Yeah, sure. I’ll do that,” I replied as falsely cheerful as text would allow. Moments later, I had packed everything – at least I had hoped – and was well on my way.Half an hour later, I was out there at the campground. The several adjacent sites were filled with vehicles, tents and campers. It would be difficult to find a place to set up. What was convenient was that each one bordered the lake, and. At least I wasn’t moving as long as you didn’t count my wobbly legs and the heaving of my lungs as I tried to get a breath. If Sam hadn’t had his hands firmly gripping each of my arms, I’d have surely fallen over. “I turn you on so much, you fucking little pussy-girl, you shot your snot all over my jeans.” My head sank and indeed, I did see a big gooey mess on his pants. “Get your pansy-ass down there and fucking lick it up! I can’t have a big ol’ cum-stain on my jeans.” It was not. I did that to be sure she carried the message to Martin. She would also be able to convince him that I was serious.She called me again an hour later. “Check your bank account. When you are satisfied call me back.” then she hung up on me. My total involvement in the conversation had been to say “Yes,” when I answered the phone.I ran my account with Bank of America, and found that $12,000 had been transfer into the account. That figure made Martin and me square, if not plumb. I checked again.