Even though she and Bobby were engaged, it didn’t stop the way I felt about her. I had to help, if only for her sake. ‘Sure Kelly, don’t worry. ...’ll find him and see what’s up. I’ll call you when I find him.’ ‘Thanks Drew. Bobby told me that you warned him that if his production didn’t pick up you would let him go and he got depressed. I’m afraid if he gets drunk, he won’t be able to work tomorrow,’ Kelly told me. ‘He told you what?’ I couldn’t believe his lies. ‘Kelly that’s not what happened.. Everyone was doing something. We had a hell of a feast coming and there would be plenty of cooking and other preparations to make. The good part was I didn't really have to do a damned thing about any of it. In fact that was the good part for several of us and we drifted into a group and fucked off together.Even though the mass mating ceremony worked most of the camp's women hard, they lived over it. Not in fine fettle though. The celebration was hard on everyone that got started on the liquid. He read it. He hated it. He took it and ripped it apart. He didn’t like the beginning at all. He started over. “Dear… When was the last time I said you were a beautiful woman?” He went on and described everything, including her personality, and every last feature about her he thought described her and after he got so far, he stopped and read it all. He liked it, to a point, but he didn’t like it enough. Something was missing. Something was not right. He couldn’t put his finger on it so he. ‘Be a good girl and I will make it really nice for you.’ So saying Sister Leslie increased her attention on Sally’s clitoris, which elected a soft moan from the schoolgirl.‘Ah! Please, please,’ groaned Sally, not sure if she meant, please more, or please stop.Sister Leslie stood and supported Sally with one arm while she skilfully brought the young girl to a climax with her fingers.‘Mm!’ Squealed Sally causing both Sister Leslie and the Bishop some concern. But soon the orgasm was subsiding and.