”“So y’all willing to just hand over your daughter for our group to fuck?” He asked Michael.“I guess. It’s kinda a tradeoff. We get what w... need and y’all get what y’all want. Addison understands what she has to do.”“Is that what y’all really want Michael? I feel I have to ask y’all that. We are willing to take y’all back to our camp, but I y’all need to understand what will be expected of y’all. ALL of y’all.”“Back to y’all’s camp? I thought this was y’all’s camp!” David asked. Davis. I turned around to see who this vaguely familiar voice was coming from. I was shocked to see Calvin staring back at me with a shit-eating grin on his face.I work our regularly at a small personal training gym. Marcus has been my trainer for the past 5 years. He's taken me from Dad bod to a fit 50 year old. Calvin is a relatively new trainer at the gym but from the first time I saw him, I've had a hard time averting my eyes off him. I'm a white, Italian guy, about 5'8", 160 solid pounds. Hairy. Regardless, his easy laid back, rhythmic movements have had a drastic effect on my body. However, although, my body was aching and urging to be one with him, I was feeling some kind of satisfaction just from dancing with him. His hands were touching me. His face was so close. I could smell his body, and from time to time, my breasts would rub against his chest and that felt amazing. Since I was wearing an almost open back dress, I didn’t wear a bra and now was feeling all the benefits from it,. Dropping two ice cubes in the glass, I grab my bottle of Grant's eighteen year old scotch whiskey. I walk over and sit in my favorite chair, then turn on the news as I take a sip from the glass. I take the iPad and go to Lushstories, but before reading any stories, I take the manila envelope and open it.There is a note, "Enjoy me and no masturbating, mister!"The rest of the note are directions to her house, or so I thought. The directions are to the lake, a two hour drive away!Removing the.