He cricked his finger. I walked in the camper. What a sight! Kneeling on floor was a woman. She had a "disguise" on--an ugly old ski hat covered her h...ir. They had put a bandana over her eyes, and most of the top of her face. She was wearing a ratty old CSU t-shirt. I doubt I would be able recognize her in camp. But I made a mental note of the shirt and planned to look for her later so as to find out her true identity. The music was cranked to point just short of being intolerable. Standing. He's doing her while she's flat on her back. She's clutching his dide as he pounds away. She's screaming, "I'm coming. God, I'm coming!"Woman A: "They had craft classes at camp." She sighed. "Now I have birdhouses and ashtrays all over the place."Cut to girl finishing a vibrator and then inserting it. Her face scrunches up a little, and she moans slightly.Woman B: "Well, from the letter I got she says it's very educational and she's learned a lot."Cut to two naked teenage girls caressing and. Just go for it. Action! I said. I reached down to hit record. We went over the same steps as before. Claire stomped her foot very hard. Her whole body shook. My cock grew another inch watching her. I then cupped her big left breast again. She waited a few extra seconds before she screamed and fired me again. She then pushed me out into the waiting room. Slamming the door behind me. Cut!!! I said. I opened my door to come back into my office. I hit stop on the recorder. I then replayed the scene. I guess I could have just walked out and left but may never see Carol again and well if she could take it. Mind you I had never been punished either at home or school and odd spank when I was little maybe but never any corporal punishment. I could only assume it would hurt.My jeans were off and folded and I pulled by boxers down to my ankles, I did notice Mrs Whittingham undoing the top bottom of her blouse, she must have been getting warm. I caught a slight glimpse of her cleavage, she had.