One night after the show ended, conversation drifted to our significant others. We complained about how frustrating the whole long-distance thing is. ...s our talk drifted into more sexual territory, a charge was building between us. We spoke frankly about masturbation, and what we fantasized about. The dam finally burst when she asked if I ever got off while thinking about her. I admitted that I did, frequently, and she said she did the same. We talked about whether it was cheating, and decided. They stopped off in White River, where Daniel had hoped to reach the night before, and filled up the jeeps gas tank. They also stopped at the Winnie-The-Pooh statue, at Laurie’s request. She took a camera from her saddlebag, and asked Daniel to take a picture of her standing in front of the popular yellow bear, which was sitting in a tree holding a jar of honey. After he took her picture, she took one of him standing in front of the statue as well, before asking another group of visitors to the. Tied as she was there was nothing she could do to close herself against the invasion, even had she really wanted to.Even if she wanted to?Somewhere in Hilary's almost unhinged mind was the horrific realisation.Her body was starting to enjoy this. She was been raped by a dog and liking it. Hilary despised herself. Hopefully this hound would hump her to death and end her shame.The now-welcome cock hammered against the muscles of her inner lips on every thrust and the flesh gradually gave way. She. She still stood on the outside to the entrance of my flat, understanding her reason, better be safe than sorry.With the cup of tea in my hand, I said. “Thank you. You don’t have to call me Mr Michaelides. George is OK.”“OK, George.” She said with a smile.There was a telephone ring coming from outside, probably upstairs, she excused herself, going back to her flat.“Hopefully next time we meet we have a longer conversation than that,” I said to myself.Looking around the apartment, it brought back.