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************************************* "Bitch! Where's that fuckin' bitch?!" Oh God, it was starting again. "She's coming." Her human prison rolled off of her so she could get back to work. "Bring me some coffee when you're finished". "Bitch! Get in here and lick my asshole. NOW!" He watched her enter the other tent, following her with "and keep your eye on her!" The coach made sure that every man was greeted that morning with a forced-cheery "May I drink your piss for you? Can I get you a cup of coffee? I would love to suck your cock for you? And your pussy is all wet and ready for you, whenever you want it." And to a man, when asked so sweetly, they took her up on at least two if not more of her offers. Coffee and a blowjob in bed, and the piss sucked from your stick where you lie? Pure camping heaven.
She was also expected to do all the dishes, clean up the campsite, 'make herself pretty', and cook anyone whatever they wanted for breakfast. Those who wanted cereal or porridge had her go on her hands and knees over their bowls while they milked her like a cow. Greg even made her 'moo' while he did it. Then the collected table scraps were tossed in a mucky little depression and the little piggy was told to root for her slop. This seemed terribly amusing, especially making her snuffle and snort while she wallowed. It also wrung the day's first tears, but she did it; without a complaint or hesitation, and until the muck was spotless. She was a quick study of the lash.