" All right, here's the rest of it. One night, he came to me, put his snout in my crotch and cried. I couldn't stand it, so I stripped and let him lap...my cunt a little. Then I went down on all fours and let him fuck me." I think that was the only decent thing for you to do, Mary. You're not a selfish person." Then you're not angry?" Angry? Why in hell should I be angry? He was your lover until I came along and interfered. As I see it, the poor animal is hooked on you and it would be an act of. So moaned softly as I touched her most intimate of areas. My hand slid between her thighs and back up over her lips. She was incredibly smooth and soft. I kept moving my hand over the same trail, down her thighs and back up over her pussy. I pressed my middle finger a little harder so it would slide between her lips until I felt it touch her clit. She moaned with each pass. I adjusted my movement each time till I was just touching her pussy. My finger sliding up and down her slit. Her. His arms were secured to the right side posts. He had a leather strap secured to each wrist, and around each post was a similar strap just high enough that he could see it. There was a chain that ran between the two straps. He tried to move his arms; there was very little slack in the chain.He could clearly see that his legs were similarly secured, only this time to the tops of the left side posts. There was at least one pillow under his ass which seemed to be right at the edge of the bed. To. I jumped at the chance like a desperate little girl wanting more ice cream. That thursday came, I prepared myself. I knew I had sexual intentions but I wasn't sure about him. I wasn't going to leave it for chance. Hours before I was expected to turn up at the man that made my underwear wet every morning I saw him on the way to school since I was a young teenage girl. Preparing myself for the night ahead, I turned the shower on, I always have it as hot as my cold skin can take it, the steam.