You're in Scottsdale, now. It's been three days. You were drugged." Drugged? Who?"I closed my eyes. I was so tired."5225. But I don't know who he was ..... is," she said. "I think he got away from the police somehow." You saved my life in the swamp?"She didn't answer."And you got me out of that loopy dream?"She didn't answer that one either."Thanks."I fell asleep. This time I wasn't so hot and cold. This time I remembered that I was in the camper. This time I remembered that she saved my life.. Thank God, it didn’t take me long to come. I wondered if it was from all of those girls staring at me and having a virtual stranger give me a hand job. Betty kept jacking me as I shot out five unusually powerful shots of semen, and only stopped when I told her to. I am amazed to say that was fun, and I could have done it again with only about 10-15 minutes of recovery time.It was funny to see Betty strut as she walked back to stand with the other girls. However, I made a point of keeping a. He didn't sign his name but I knew. Who did he think he was? I blushed as I thought back to what I did to him. Could I complain? What was the worst he could ask me to do? The next message made it pretty clear how bad it was going to be. ‘7pm, you are to park in the teachers car park, let yourself in the staff entrance. Formal school attire.’ I composed myself and got up to get ready for bed. I slept terribly, tossing and turning debating how I was going to deal with this. I’d carried the guilt. She grabbed ahold of her purse and reflexively poked through the contents. Matt shot her a look of mock-hurt. ‘Hey, it’s all there! What do you think of me?’ Rachel looked up, embarrassed. Her face reddened. She hadn’t meant to imply-. Shit. She shot him a sheepish smile. ‘No, no, hey! C’mon. That’s not what I was-.’ She grinned. ‘I know it’s all there. Thanks again.’ Matt gave her a little wink. ‘Nah, I’m just messing with you. Happy to help. Just glad I saw it on the couch there.’ Rachel.