. I try to ignore the disappointment that rushes through me when I realize nothing is showing. His towel is open to reveal his hairy, muscly legs that... are spread wide, but god damn it that stupid towel is covering everything else. I quickly tear my eyes away, trying to ignore the growing feeling of need within me. I head over to my bag, and pull out my change of clothes. I look back at him one more time, and I'm sure I catch a glimpse of his open eyes. 'John?' I say again, loudly this time.. "I nod. I understand. Being raped by the priest the other day helped me understand what I wanted from life."Good girl," Amy tells me, and strokes my hair. "Now, be a well-behaved slut and beg me to beat your tits and piss in your mouth."I do. And I thank her afterwards.***As I write this, Laura is licking my pussy. My editor says he loves the story I have written him. I think he is going to rape me when I deliver it. My cunt tingles in anticipation. He says he cannot change my byline to. There were the times that her parents would go on long hikes to the falls with another couple from "the group" as Sandy came to think of them. And there were the evenings that they spent with that entire group of people indoors with the shades drawn, unlike with other camp members where they were always outdoors.Noticing those things made her remember similar patterns at home in Columbia, with two other couples that had children her age. When they were going out to dinner and a movie by. I was about to tell him who I was and why I was there when the door swung open. A tall woman strode in on spike heels, a thin beige coat over a plain red dress. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch!" She was extremely tan, too dark to be natural. A tanning salon was a sure bet. Her current condition - older, more wrinkles - couldn't hide her previous youthful beauty. She was still in good shape, although her hips had spread and her ass was a bit too full. Too many different blonde streaks in.