I thought you must have had second thoughts about us seeing each other again. You haven’t, have you?’ she added anxiously. ‘Second, third, fourt... and ninety ninth Helen. They’re all the same, I want to see you again, and often! Starting with lunch today, if you can make it.’ The peal of happy laughter that came through the phone confirmed that she was feeling exactly the same way as I was. And suddenly lunch-time seemed a long way off. The little restaurant that we arranged to meet at was. Was Nikki imagining the scene I was? Did she wish herself towering over a boy's trembling backside? Was the idea of having a slutty boy ready himself our strapon dildos making her wet? That's when I realised – our dildos. I wanted to watch her fuck a coquettish male's arse while I pounded his lipsticked mouth. My fingers clenched tight around my groin and I tried to increase the friction on my clitoris. Onscreen, Becky and her cock moved in behind her pink lacy victim. I held my breath. He was. He sat up, and looked about. From the main room he could hear the muted murmur of conversation, something he wasn’t used to. He swung his legs off the bed, stood up, and pulled on a pair of leather pants that he had draped over a chair the night before. Then he stepped into his boots and walked out to the main room. Lim and Treck paid him no mind, as they hadn’t for a week now, by his own request. He grabbed his sleeveless coat as he walked down the long tunnel that lead out to the rough. “What do you mean the sheriff’s not coming?” She still frowned, looking up at him. The neck of her dress was open, and he could see a dark crease between her breasts - cleavage was a word he wasn’t familiar with - that made him want to wiggle.“My brother found the man who took my sister, and killed him,” he said. His mind was on that dark crease, and what was on each side of it.“Killed him?” the girl gasped.“Your brother? Frank?“That made her breasts thrust out even more as she took a deep.