"Ooh, I like the way you think!"Craig said.The two got up and started toward the big tent. When they reached the door, and Craig went to unzip it, Jes...ica looked back toward the fire. She didn't see Becca anywhere."Where did Rebecca go?" She asked."She was by the fire last I saw her."Craig replied."She's not there anymore." Jessica said, worriedly"Don't worry about her." Craig said, moving closer"No! This will ruin my whole plan." Jessica said, and ran back to the fire.Rebecca had walked a. The Internet Juke Box in the private booth allowed her to quickly choose the three songs she would use for this session. The theme in each song was the joy of female masturbation. You know the songs, you've played them once or twice yourself. The woman smiled and sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the booth. Had she done this before?She moved and grooved and bopped along to the music in front of the woman, watching the enjoyment on her face. With each gesture and self touch her own. I reached around her and found the zip at the back of her dress and pulled it all the way down. The dress almost fell off her shoulders to expose both perfect tits; now I could work on both."No you mustn't," she said but her body did reflect her words.Leaving her tits to my lips to work on, my hands moved under her skirt to find her flimsy knickers damp and her legs already open. I just ripped them from her body and threw their tattered remains away. Her legs just flopped wide open so I just. I liked being taken advantage of. I liked being called a slut and getting fucked like one. I loved sex, period. I felt no shame or guilt, only desire to be taken like I was with Alana and James. I wished Mason would pay more attention to me. I wished he would look at me like a play-thing for him to use whenever he wanted. I loved that idea, but even when I flirted with him, he either didn't get the hint or he ignored it. So I continued modeling as a side job. The pay was pretty good, but I.