"Come on." She dropped down and crawled into the tent, the boy right behind her.It was a fairly large tent, with a screen window to let in air and lig...t. Once inside, it would have been possible to stand up in the tent, but Denise had no need to."It stinks in here," the boy said.Haven't you ever smelled cunt? Denise thought, because that was what the air smelled like. Not only that, the floor of the tent was wet with fuck-juices."Take off your pants and shoes," Denise said, ignoring the boy's. ’ ‘Oh, and how did that go?’ ‘Okay, I’ve already rejected one of them and I have another one to interview tomorrow.’ ‘What was wrong with the first one?’ Dixie smiled and looked over the rim of her glass as she tasted her drink and then told him, ‘She was too damn good looking.’ Loren smiled and leaned back into the couch and asked her, ‘So how good looking was she and how old?’ ‘Forty five and good looking enough to worry me.’ ‘Okay, I’ll say this only once honey. I love you and there’s no way. I was seeking out a dominant Man to control meand You found me on Fetlife. We chatted for a few weeks, I told youabout my secret desires, my lust for crossdressing, my penchant for firmgirdles, my longing to be a 50's housewife for my Man. I told you howutterly submissive I am at heart and how my needs had grown over theyears. You slowly and carefully encouraged me to share more and more, Icame so many times during our little chats!I soon learned that you were located less than an hour from. Slowly, the sacrificial ceremony was unfolding. She stood, tall and proud, as erect as the ancient tree before which she stood. Her arms held out toward the eastern and western horizons, she faced the rising sun, its initial rays of right illuminating the many near-microscopic jewels embedded within her thin tunic. The silver ring through the top of each pointed ear also caught the initial rays of the daylight, casting them back upon me, upon the assembled throng. Her eyes closed, she.