I shook my head ruefully. I wassuch a waste of space when I was a woman. I spent half the time flittingfrom job to job, not accomplishing anything and...the other half makingexcuses and trying to get out of moving forward."Typical bloody woman."I wiped down the above-ground surfaces with furniture polish and thendid the floor, ensuring all the dust from the sanding was up, careful touse gentle strokes to keep it from being disturbed too much before I wasdone.There was a tin and a half of floor. They left me with some food and went off to their hovel at the dockside while I saw to it that my horse would be cared for and spread my bedroll in the low-ceiling cockpit just forward of the shaky rudder, splintered seat and worn tiller.I was almost asleep when someone stepped aboard, and I quickly had my big knife in my hand."You all right?" a woman's voice asked. "Have enough to eat?"The old man's wife introduced herself as Nancy and sat beside the tiller looking down at me, smiling, licking. “Will you always do everything we want?” questioned Christina. YES, Ma’am,” she said“Will you fuck the whole football team before every game?” was Linda’s next question. “Yes, Mistress, all of them!” she answered. Then Christina asked, “Will you fuck your father?” Tracy hesitated, but said, “Yes, Ma’am, if I have to, please let me cum!”Of course, the girls had all of this on video tape, and would use it against her later on.Linda said, “Now slut, tell us all who you will fuck!”Tracy said, “I’ll. It’s been a while.”But he was like a kid in candy score as he kissed down my body and began licking my drenched vagina. He was eager and I was very happy when he began to add fingers. With three inserted, he fingered me vigorously till I came and he drank my juices. Because it was a packed but quiet campground, I bit my bottom lip and Ken said he was glad that I didn't moan so they all could hear.He lay beside me and we kissed before I whispered, “Fuck me.”“I wish there was more light so that I.