"Some folks think that it will ruin the meat," Dale said."Other folks think that if you leave them on the deer that you'll get the scent on your hands...while field dressing the deer and that will ruin the meat," William said. He held out a plastic baggy and said, "Put this over your hand while cutting off the scent gland. That way the scent gets on the baggy rather than your hand." Okay," Patrick said."I have a knife that I use only for that purpose," William said. He reached into his pocket and. My pussy starts getting wet immediately. A pillow is put under by ass, I am sure for better access. Soon, a dildo is shoved in my pussy. I am told to keep it there, or else. Soon I hear a knock on the door, and then many voices as the door is opened and my customers walk in. I can’t tell how many there are, but it really doesn’t matter. I hear my pimp welcome them and tell them that I have been paid a very generous sum to be their completely submissive whore slut for the night. They can do. I got a good laugh at that thought. Seriously who knew what crap men could come up with.I checked the weather before I pulled into the campground run by the county outside of Macon. The weather gave a zero chance of rain, so I decided to take a chance. Plus I had a plan for the next time I got wet. Go to the bathhouse and wait with pedro till the rain stopped and I could go to a laundromat to dry out.That night was an uneventful and I was glad, since I was exhausted. I awoke very stiff from. It was a process I could perform in my sleep, and thankfully about the only one I needed to worry about, the remainder of my makeup was permanent. I appreciated the convenience. I knew I was the low girl on the totem pole, just the Richwell house slut, but I couldn’t escape the feeling the entire place would implode if I wasn’t on hand to keep things moving along. When the job required long hours and high-maintenance uniforms, anything that saved time was a winner in my book. ‘What are you.