Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real chore. My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback...for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, “too damn cold.”First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet; besides, we would later need to melt snow to replace our drinking water. I crawled to the. I was the literal boogeyman. You didn’t see me, you never heard me, some didn’t even know if I existed or was just a myth perpetuated by a group of people to further their ends. The only thing people knew was that if you came in the crosshairs of the Bounty Hunter, you’d better say your last prayers.Pretty soon, I learned that notoriety was good. Any kind of publicity was good. There’s no such thing as bad publicity, after all. no amount of word of mouth could have ever helped me build a client. “You guest has already arrived.”One of them had, anyway.Both Stacy and I gasped a little when Nicky stood up to greet us. Decked out in war paint even more elaborate that she wore in Vegas, she had borrowed one of my favorite dresses – owned by Sara. She’d added a bit of a tan, and was wearing heels that only dancers should be allowed to wear; Stacy had on a pair herself, making her nearly as tall as me.“Nicky, you are beautiful,” Stacy said, kissing her on each cheek demurely – before a. As we walked to my room I couldn't stop looking at her ass swaying in that tight black dress. My cock was getting harder by the second! We entered my room. Fortunately Billy was gone. We went into my room and I showed her my paintings. She seemed to be impressed and we made some more small talk. I eventually just blurted it out! I told Tina that I would love to get her out of that dress and lick her all over! She giggled and said. "I certainly hope so!" My cock was throbbing as I helped this.