I'm walking back to my camp when I see you are sitting in my camp chair. I make gestures as to WTF are you doing at my camp here in the middle of nowhere. I do not approve of your presents here and you will pay! If you are going to stalk me, you will have to obey my orders and clean every inch of my dirty filthy muddy sandy feet off with your tongue. You cant hear what I say, nor do I want to hear you complain anyways. You simply sit there on your knees and stare at my feet that are covered in grim. You see my lips moving but nothing is heard since you are in your own lala land of loving di... Show more