A big tent was equipped with showers and everyone was using the same tent. I looked around and saw that there were many black guys, which was somethin... that really turns me on.I really wanted to get one of the black guys big cocks, but that has to wait. We went over in the big tent to get some breakfast. The leader went up on a stage and said good morning and then announced that The Whore Of The Week would be in action to night. I was shivering, what was about to happen to night??????The rest. “Oh shit baby.” I said holding on to his arms.He pulled his dick out and slammed it back in.He looked down at me and smiling, gritting his teeth. He took his hand and spit in it before rubbing the spit on my face.“Nasty bitch like getting spit on, don’t you?” “Yeah.” He fucked me like that for a while, angry that I denied him a nut earlier.“You like this dick?” “Yeah.” “Say it louder bitch.”Now I am not a fan of women being called “bitches” but there is something to be said about a man that is. This was getting downright uncomfortable particularly since they still seem to be texting each other.In the dimness I noticed that these girls were from a separate school dressed as they wear in a kilt and blouse. I could catch glimpses of their legs in the brighter scenes in their kilts were very short.A few minutes later they turned off their phones and during one of the songs in the movie the girl to a right put her hand on my leg. I was about to tell her to stop when on my left the other. There aren't you know. It was simply left to you. Should pay off your credit card." He smiled at me.Fondly? Quiet heart. That way lies despair."I'm floundering. I'm sorry. I'm making things worse. Come on. Can you walk? Let's go somewhere warm. You're shivering and you don't look very special." He looked round. "We're not far from my house. We could go there."Forever, please and never leave you. Get a grip. This is your life and love you're fighting for. Don't think about it without him. If.