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I laughed and waved Slut over to me. It took a few seconds for me to figure out where I was. I stepped out of the tent to see Steve, Bitch, and Andy having what seemed to be a rather deep discussion, while Tim read a book. She didn’t move for a few seconds, her body shaking. Her father gave her- and consequentially, me- the company when we were married. You’ve made me very proud, and impressed the other Misters here today. It did not take long before I was rock hard.