Not long after lunch, we started to see clouds rolling in. We watched with some trepidation all afternoon, and by around four o'clock, I told the girl... we should set up camp for the night. Neither of them gave me any argument.I gathered some wood for our camp stove while the girls set up our tent and sleeping bags. We made a hurried dinner, then just sat and watched the darkening sky.By five, I told the girls we should get inside the tent. We shuffled inside and brought everything we had inside. And now I can't believe what I just said... but I need to say it again because he must not have heard me... "Please don't stop Mark..."I know Mark must be freaking out having been caught touching his mother's pussy so I make a decision... I roll over onto my side so I'm facing Mark in the near darkness and nuzzle up to him and whispers in his ear... "If you want to stop, that's fine, but I'd love for you to keep going." As I say the words, I let my hand wander over to Mark's chest and down his. But unlike me she wore a slave collar. A broad bronze collar, with a large ring in the front. It was so broad, that it kept her chin up. She couldn’t lower her head. Her make up mirrored the collar, gold eyes, gold lips. She was tanned, her body firm. Her breasts firm, a C-cup, her nipples dark. Her waist narrow, her hips flared. Between her legs, her cunt was smooth. A gold ring hung from her clit hood. Her legs long. She wore gladiator sandals. She didn’t smile. She was not here to enjoy. The sign said, Hair Cuts, Men $6 - Women $8 - Children $5.That seemed like a good deal so I went in and waited for an open chair.The magazines were an odd mix, Seventeen and Field and Stream, Modern Woman and GQ.The hair stylist who called me to her chair was named Bonnie.I said that's a pretty name, she said, that's what it means, Pretty.You've got lovely hair, she said and I blushed, no one ever told me that before.She looked me over and said how do you want it cut?I said, just trim it up.