Getting to the campground was easy. Once through it, things got a little rougher, as the trails were nearly nonexistent. We’d gone almost a mile alo...g it when I held up my hand, everyone stopping instantly. They were all looking around for the reason I’d stopped. Finally, Glory said, “What’s going on?”I pointed up, about a hundred yards ahead of us. “Motherfucker,” Glory muttered. Two Gulpers were hanging from trees by their tails. “Do you think they saw us?”“If not, they’ll know really. Meanwhile, her other hand came up andstarted pinching and pulling one of my nipples. "My little panty slut,"she cooed.I was in heaven but was snapped out of my trance when she asked me,rather sharply, "What is this? Stubble? Do you have stubble on yourballs?" she asked incredulously."Yes, probably - they haven't been shaved in nearly a week," Iresponded."Why not?" she demanded. "You knew that we had a very special datetonight. You should have prepared yourself like a good little panty-wearing. He was to infiltrate an organized crime family in Miami and help the DEA stop a cocaine pipeline that grossed five hundred million per year! (This was why they didn't want him married!)Marsha knew enough not to question any details, and she accepted the fact that Roger would be gone for weeks, maybe months. (They worked out a code where Marsha would get unsigned post cards that she knew would be from Roger.)Roger kept all his special gear at the Federal Building in Chicago (his shoes with lifts. I was still wet with some of Peters cum still inside me from earlier so when he applied pressure his finger slipped inside me. It was then that I knew inside that I was ready to give myself to them both if they wanted to. But, I wasn’t expecting to do more than that. Because suddenly the other two cubicle doors opened and looking out of the corner of my eye I saw two more guys both with rock hard cocks sticking out of their trousers. One said, ‘Oooh how lovely, a cock sucking slut. We’d have.