“I’d love to do that but I haven’t bought one yet. Oh well! Maybe next time.” Kayce leaned forward, grabbing a pack of cigarettes. Smoke care...essly flowed through the air, filling our nostrils as she lit one. Her little rubber covered fingers gripped it tightly as she slowly drew it to her plump lips. To my surprise, my cousin pulled out his dick and started rubbing it, while watching her deeply inhale the tobacco.“Oh my! That is a good way to start this off! Honey, why don’t you pull that big. ”“Who’s Daphne Macron?” Maddi asked in a low voice.Dory first turned to Rochelle who in turn, looked away. Then to Maddi, “She’s the first cisgender woman to attend Moringa. High SAT scores, community activist, national scholar. She could have gone Ivy, but she came to us. You’d probably get along with her. She’s a junior, too.”“There’s only one reason a girl like that wants to hang around with us.” Diana quipped with disdain. “I’m sure she’s taking in the ‘cultural experience’ as we speak.”“If. Camy said "You got it super stud". Someone groaned from a nearby tent " Thank God folks Bill and Camy are too tired to keep us awake tonight, we can sleep!"Sunday morning they stayed in bed late. Camy got up and made coffee at day break, she did her thing in the toilet and had a shower by the time the coffee was made. Camy took two cups to their tent and she and Bill sipped on them and talked. Bill said "Camy we only have five more days here before we have to leave to go home". "We plan to. Finally, she leaned back and licked the tip, just to make sure she hadn’t missed any.“Good girl!” Daddy praised. Then there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Daddy called. Two hooded slave girls came into Baby’s room then, pulling a cart. They wore tight panties, and had black collars on. They had numbers tattooed on their arms, a sign of their submission to their Master. This was how Daddy liked most of his slaves. But Baby was special. He wanted her tiny body free of ink, so that her skin.