Straightening up he continued. "I'll call you Lisa, or bitch, or whore, or slut, or anything else I deem fit to call you and you shall address me as M...ster until I give you permission to use something else. You see my Little Bitch, I own you. I bought you, paid cash, a lot of cash in fact. The state may bid low for a prime whore but it's still a lot of money for a working stiff like me and I fully intend to recoup my investment." Bradley! You can't talk to me..." suddenly her ass stung like. Understand me faggot?”“Yes,” I replied staring deeply into those green eyes as I was breathing as much as I could from the bottle of poppers. I was looking forward to this. His control of the situation was making me hot and the thought of him feeding me his cum had me dripping cum myself.He rolled me over on my back and straddled my head with his legs and forcefully shoved his thick cock down my throat. He was balls deep as he took a big whiff of the bottle of poppers. He then leaned forward. I was awakened by a noise. It was the tent zipper - Cheri had come inside. I just lay there as she fumbled around getting ready for bed.I felt the rush of cold air hit me from behind as Cheri lifted the blanket. I lay there motionless in the darkness trying to fall back to sleep. Cheri was moving just enough to cause noise on the air mattress. This continued for several minutes and just as I was about to say something so I could get back to sleep, I felt the blanket shift as Cheri rolled over. Or if that raggedy old baler breaks,” she added quickly.“Good idea. Thanks. What about if I get horny? Can I call you then?” "Absolutely not,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “If you get horny, you’ll have to suffer, just like the rest of us. I'm not some brazen hussy, you know”“Well, in the past couple of days, you sure had me fooled,” Terry quipped.“I’m as pure as the driven snow, and according to at least one book, a true lady.”“Been reading Heinlein again, have you?” Terry asked,.