' I stuck my tongue out and she spat, covering my lower jaw. I moaned my thank you and she roughly rubbed the rest of her spit in.'Such a good slut to...night,' She approved, as her fingers found their way into my cunt, causing me to sigh in relief. There was no need anymore to use one and then two fingers as she had turned me into her bitch a long time ago. 'Mouth open!' She shouted, gripping the edges of my cunt hard. She spat again, making sure I knew who was boss and soon she had four fingers. She was mortified at being found out, relieved at not being in trouble, and yet intrigued by his statement that she needed to find another outlet. After about an hour, she felt ready to leave. He told her it was their secret, and that she was not in trouble. She realized that if she appeared ill at ease, the other counselors would suspect something was wrong, so she checked her face in the mirror repeatedly to assure that she looked as normal as possible. She felt good, and bad at the same. ”“But why? Don’t you know anything about her?”“Not really. I mean, yeah she babysat me but we didn’t talk that much. Even when we started having sex we never talked about each other. The only thing I know about her is that she loves the mess with people, and I’m pretty sure you’ve figured that out by now. I guess the only time I really saw her worried or upset was when I got into a fight, other then that she’s been parading her blissful attitude around without a care in the world.”“She must. ” As he did so, his thighs flexed and his t-shirt rode up a bit to show his bare belly.I grabbed my end and backed up the stairs as Brian took most of the weight on the way up. “We can just leave it here in the hallway,” I said.“This thing is a beast, Mr. J!” Brian said. “Let me go ahead and help you get it on the frame now - it’ll suck trying to do this yourself later.”I hadn’t considered that and was grateful for the help.“If you’re sure you don’t mind, that’d be great,” I said. “We’ll have.