Ohhh-OOOHHHHHohhhhhh This time, however, the response was almost deafeningly loud and Mark suddenly stops moving. He leans close to me, his body weigh... holding me down, his cock still in my pussy, and whispers Theres a wolf right behind me. I pause for a second. I hear Marks breathing and feel his heartbeat. I also hear what sounds like growling. The vans right outside the tent, I whisper back, We could run. As we get up, I see the wolf looking at us and growling. I feel my boyfriends. When she did, she felt puzzlement. What was he welcoming her back from? She tried to think of what he could have meant, and the memories started trickling back. She had been fucked last night, hadn't she? Oh, yes, she had. She opened her eyes. She was in a bed, wrapped up in soft wool blankets. Master was sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching her. When she opened her eyes, he reached over to a table for a glass with a straw and brought it to her. "Here," he said, "drink some of this.". I just fantasize about being in that position sometimes - with you doing it to me. Not all the time, just sometimes."He sits back down beside me on the couch. What follows is one of the most intimate, revealing conversations we have ever had. I thought his man-in-charge alpha-male persona came so easily to him - was ingrained in him. It turns out, it isn't always so easy for him, but someone he has a deep-rooted belief he is supposed to be. But, we end our discussion with a better understanding. The sight of cleavage over the transparent saree used to drive me crazy.Whenever she used to bend a little, her melons would lose control trying to get free from such a tight fabric of the blouse. That was the sight I always relished. I made a point always to stand on a stool/chair/bed where I could get a better view of the cleavage while speaking to her and then would go to bathroom to masturbate. Over the period of time, I felt she too got aware that I have been finding ways to ogle at her.