As she withdrew her finger, I could see the wetness, my wetness, on her finger. She brought that finger up to my nose. If I hadn't been gagged, I woul... have sucked it. Instead, my torturess wiped some of my wetness above my upper lip so I could continue to smell my excitement, my arousal, my surrender, my sex.I stared into her eyes as she replaced her middle finger inside me and added her index finger with it. I wanted her to make me cum. I wanted her to see me cum. Once, twice, thrice, but she. I considered leaving. The hunter packs would rapidly be converging on the area. But the hunter's axe connection, would it hold? I boosted my optics, ignored the warning from my almost depleted batteries, and took a good look.I wasn't happy with what I saw. The rock was soft coal, and could snap at any moment, just as the ledge had. I climbed down to the edge of the break and threw my hunter a thin lifeline.With his free arm, he wrapped the line around his forearm and then began to climb. I was. I started thinking about life before September 11. I'm a news junky. Newspapers, magazines, radio, television and the Internet are all sources for me. I was sick of reading and hearing about the saga of Congressman Gary Condit and the missing Chandra Levy. I had been wishing something would happen that would knock that jerk off the front page. Well, I got my wish. Now I was wishing I could take that wish back. My daydreaming was cut short by a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anybody and. I think that is the least I can do for him considering he is allowing me to share it with you guys.The first night I went along to the training session I didn’t know anyone. I got there a little early and when checking in to the pool I asked who the coach was and Aiden was pointed out to me. I got changed quickly (all I had to do to get changed was to remove my shoes, shirt and shorts since I was wearing my speedos). It was a swim training session so I assumed speedos would be appropriate. Out.