A somewhat secluded campground

One of the marks resided on a campground located towards the back of the park. Not only was it fairly close to the lake, it was also the closest spot to the phone. If she was going to leave early, it gave her the best chance at possibly leaving before there were too many people in the park. Of course, that assumed her blackmailer didn't have other ideas...

Pushing that annoying thought from her mind, Julie set off towards the campground, grimacing slightly the first time her bare left foot stepped into the cold, slimy mud of the trail. She didn't really like how it felt oozing through her toes. She had to admit, though, there were far worse things she could be walking through. Mindful of her **** foot, Julie watched where she was stepping, not wanting to injure herself on a sharp rock or twig.

Her gait, as a result, was somewhat off balance, her confident steps with her right foot followed by more ginger steps with her left. It lent her a bit of a strange roll, one which made her breasts wobble differently than she was getting used to, and she couldn't help but enjoy that subtly different sensation. It was unique, how different the sharper shift was as she stepped with her right foot, to be met with a much more gentle swaying as her left foot came forward. She realized she'd never been this sensitive to the movements of her breasts before.

It took her another twenty minutes to arrive at the campground. Before she came into full view of it, she ducked behind some brush and carefully checked for tents or other signs of habitation. As far as she could tell, the site was clear, for the time being, and she hurried into it.

Outside of a few picnic tables and fire rings, and a rope swing dangling off a large tree in the center of the campground, there was nothing else here man-made, and her quick check of those locations came up fruitless. The mark on the map was in the center of the campground, and drawing on the same hunch that she had used at the lake, she looked there next. The center of the campground was a rather sizable tree, it's lower branches trimmed back, the first full ones a good nine feet or so off the ground. A brief look around the base of the tree revealed no place to hide anything, and so she looked up.

Circling the tree a second time, she finally spotted it up in branches, towards the entrance to the campsite. It was the same branch the swing was hanging on, a fairly large and sturdy branch. At this moment, she was glad she'd climbed trees when she was younger. This wouldn't be that hard.

She took her other flat off, standing barefoot in the mud, then pinched her flat between a thumb and finger. Finding her first handholds, she hoisted herself off the ground, and scampered up the tree, her toes curling naturally around the rough branches. When she reached the branch the envelope was on, she sat on it, the bark coarse against her nearly-bare rump, her bare legs dangling as she leaned back against the trunk. She carefully set the flat at the base of the branch, taking the envelope instead.

She'd destroy this one once she'd climbed out of the tree. For the moment, though, she sat there, resting, contemplating a far more difficult question than what to leave.

She could get the last few pictures here, risking quite a bit of exposure now, and probably finding her own way home half naked, or she could back out now. The former gave her direct control over how she approached situations; the latter assured her some (admittedly skimpy, but undoubtedly alluring) clothing, but gave a lot of control to her blackmailer.

Both paths held their own appeal, which vied for her attention, conjuring images of her sneaking, naked, through the park, mixed with images of her, wearing her thong and blouse, being "****" to approach strangers, exposed without actually being nude. As her pussy dampened, the warmth in her loins growing hotter, Julie tried to suppress them, knowing she needed to make a decision.