If I still had them, then stealing my camper would effectively prevent me from leaving with them. Either way, she had me. I wandered about the Cam... for over an hour, trying to look natural and composed while my mind was in an uproar. What to do? Then, the idea hit me. It seemed risky, but worth it. The one person who could get me back my clothes was the one who had stolen them. And it to me that, with a little bit of luck, manage to pull off a very tall bluff, holding no cards at all. . As she let her friend swallow her cock in her soft flesh, her big ass just brushing Tracy's nose, she picked up the feather duster again and quickly brushed back and forth over Tracy's nipples, making her scream around the thick dick in her throat. As Miss k pumped her hips, pulling that dick across Tracy's lips and tongue, she slowly licked down Tracy's belly, quickly moving the feather duster across Tracy's wet pussy lips.Miss K finally dragged her tongue down to Tracy's pussy, taking care to. I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box."Sit still baby." I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making her wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. "There you go. All better now." I see her smile as I know she's thinking 'A Band-Aid wont help with everything.' but she keeps quiet and just smiles. My heart sews itself back together as I see her smile."So, daddy got you something." I say with a smile."What is it?!" she. Not from thrashing about, I realised – though there had been an agreeable amount of the bouncy stuff prior to this particular moment – but from something more subtle. A tiny gasp, reminded me that some joys are so exquisite to contemplate, that you momentarily forget to breathe. This doesn’t happen as much.She looked up at me, eyes wide, lip slightly bitten. And that was when I saw the look that I will carry with me into dotage. It was the look of someone who digs you, seriously fucking turned.