Summer camp in slavery

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"This is a weird place," Kathy Endicott said to her best friend, Matt, rubbing her slender fingers over her goose fleshed arms. Her bikini bottoms were snugging up sexily against her fuzzy unplowed cunt.

"Yeah, real weird! You know, I think some of the camp counselors are doing it… you know, really fucking when they go to lights out around here," Marie whispered, giggling as she peered mischievously over her heart-shaped sunglasses.

"Marie!"

"Well, get off your high horse, lady," Marie said mockingly, narrowing her eyes. "Who was the one talking about Bill all the time, wondering if he was hung like a horse or not?"

"Oh, that was different," Kathy said, barely able to keep a level tone in her voice.

"How? Guys are guys… at least, where that's concerned."

"I don't wanna talk about it," Kathy said, feeling her cunt start to tighten up all over again. She couldn't control herself any more. Maybe she was turning into a bad girl. Her mother kept talking about that all the time. It frightened the young blonde.

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