In his interest in how would that play out for the woman or the wolves, he came up with the idea of trying in real life but in a controlled and safe c...ndition.I didn’t think he was going to learn what he expected from my living with the dogs as their mate. The dogs weren’t wild, they weren’t interested in controlling each other, much less me. They were, however, very much interested in mating. And, perhaps, that would be worthwhile enough for Mr. Thrower in pursuing this experiment. I walked. “If I were to guess, then I would say that they are swingers,” Graham surreptitiously informed me.After a pause, he then further evaluated, “The boyfriend, or whatever he is, is also no stranger to your beliefs,” Graham concluded.I did not contest his appraisal but observed the couple more intently after his assessment. The guy was metrosexual, and I had to admit to myself that if I encountered him in a gay establishment, I certainly wouldn’t have been disinclined to a [P1] tête-à-tête with him. Paul was a crafty one. He helped us find hiding places where we could support each other. Paul had Jim, Tim and Wolf fan out close to the meadow. He climbed a big oak tree so he could get up high. He wanted me to roam through the woods to see if I could spot them as they approached. At the designated start time for the game, we heard the girls make their war cry and you could hear them running in the woods. It was a little unnerving. I found a spot in a bush to hunker down in. I could hear. Jordynn got up, sniffling, and walked haltingly to the bathroom. As she did so, I quietly flipped off the cameras. The night wasn’t over, but I had what I needed. Jordynn washed her face, and came back in, looking like complete shit. I pointed to the other, matching wicker chair, and naked, she had a seat.“now you have a tiny window of the pain you put me through.” I said.Jordynn was silent for a bit, then “is it over?” she asked numbly.“And yet you still haven’t learned.” I responded.Looking.