Time to get back to work. I approached the wheeled table, checking the wheels were unlocked, and began to push it towards the small, frightened beauty... in the centre of the room. The poor girl was trying to free her hands from the leather straps, and doing a poor job of hiding it as I moved the wheeled bench to the side of the stationary one to which she was strapped. I was running out of time, so to prevent her struggling, I cocked the fake pistol and pressed it to her head once more. Of course. Everyone in camp was still asleep, leaving the morning in a calm peace, just for her. Harley grabbed some seed and walked over to the unicorn, Lulu's tent, as she did most mornings. The thing purred with pleasure at the sight of Harley, whom she had accepted as a friend."Good morning," Harley greeted, grabbing a handful as seed from her pouch and letting the little horse tongue lick it out of her hand. She stroked its mane gently. "Want to come outside?" she asked, "It's a beautiful morning.". I had to grin. She was so bright and alive, a joy to watch.Eventually, pleasantly tired, we sat under the sun umbrella. Addison propped her feet up on a separate chair and sipped Coke.“Do you have many friends at school?” I asked.“Yeah, several. Why?”“I haven’t noticed you spending time with them.”Addison sipped her Coke again and put it on the glass-topped patio table. “I see them when you go to work. We go out together.”“Doing what?”She shrugged. “Sometimes we go to Starbucks. Sometimes we go. She squealed and groaned, yelling loudly into the room as her partner brought her to her first climax, causing her to squirt dramatically into the lounge.We had designed the room to allow for bodily fluids from passionate couples to spill, and the remnants of her orgasm pooled on the wipe-clean surfaces; many evenings had ended with one or more couples fucking in the lounge and a squirting woman was a normal occurrence for our establishment.I gulped as Eva removed my trousers and her firm grip.