"Shy bears?! That would be a switch!" I don't think they hunted in packs, either." Really?" I considered her words. "I don't see why not. Their main p...ey animals are elk and bison, and I've even heard they'll attack a herd of wooly forest hippo if they're hungry enough. Those hippo are tough, and they defend as a team! I don't think the bears could survive as solitary hunters."Abigail shrugged. "I'm just telling you what I've read."I finally laughed. "Shy bears?! Downright peaceful, huh? All. He kept this up until he was right at the point of getting past the widest part of the hand, that second set of knuckles and getting his entire hand inside of me. I can't begin to describe the tension...in me, in the onlookers, my girlfriend, and, of course him. At that point, he asked my girlfriend to give me a hit of "poppers" (amyl nitrate, the real thing still in those days). I took it, as I liked it occasionally when getting fucked, and waited a few seconds until the "rush" hit me. He was. Tripping and struggling over the folds of her dress that hung loosely from her waist, she fought desperately against the grips of the men who held her but to no avail. From the ceiling hung two long chains ending in stout iron manacles which the guards fastened tightly around her slim wrists. As they stood back to admire their handiwork, one turned to the other and said ‘A pretty little thing. Do you think his Nibs will be down tonight or do we get a crack at her first?’ The taller of the two. It was more conservative than the one she’d worn to feel sexy in with Dennis. It was what I’d call a summer dress, with two inch wide straps over the shoulders and no cleavage at all. It was flowered. She had on sandals.“How do I look?” she asked, once her door was closed.“You look good,” I said.“Thank you,” she replied.“Mom was probably happier with that,” I offered.“She was. Now, I want you to just look at me.”She struck, a somewhat awkward pose, awkward because it was a pose, and then.