We had wine, she had another session with Trigger and went home very happy. “You have a very smart dog” she said as she left “it took me a full ...eek before Tyson cottoned on. Good luck with the second part”. I sat thinking about what she had said. Second part. Being licked by my Trigger was one thing but letting him mate with me? Oh wow that was a totally different kettle of fish. I tuned into those videos again and imagined it was me under those dogs. It was so freaky but I couldn’t deny it. As I stood there looking at myself in the changing room mirror dressedas a cheerleader I thought about what had just happened to me over thelast 24 hours.Secretly, and I would never admit it to Lola (who had now told me I wasto refer to her as "Mistress"), I had partly enjoyed what she had justdone to me, the humiliation of being dressed as a woman before beingraped as one by one.I rubbed my new "vagina" under my skirt but over my panties."I like the way the way you do that."I looked up at the. I kiss your ear and you bend your head down and bite my shoulder; as soon as your teeth connect with my skin I thrust my fingers inside you as deep as they’ll go. You buck your hips up into my hand; I pull out slightly and thrust back in hard, my palm hitting your clit in the process. You remove your mouth from my shoulder and pant in my ear, tongue connecting with the lobe as you lick your lips. I carry on doing this until you’re a squirming, panting mess; I can feel your walls start to clench. Come on -- I’ll hook you up.”I got up reluctantly and followed him off. In his bedroom, I turned to him and said, “Are we still on this ‘fuck Allie’ kick?”“Has anybody hassled you?”“No.”“Relax, then. Nothing is going to happen if it’s going to freak you out. Take it easy.”“Okay, fine.”He dug in his drawers and threw some stuff at me. “Might as well change now.” He started stripping down, so I did, too. I figured sweatpants and a T-shirt was decent coverage -- it was what Red was wearing,.