I found that inflection and tone were the signals that Bo understood more than the words. I was using words less and less.First things, first. Open ...ating among the adults was not going to work, if Bo wasn’t on board with it. He was the alpha, but he was much more than that to me.If I had any question about how much communication happens in the animal world beyond verbal, it was plain to me that night. I was nervous, anxious, and aroused. I fidgeted and made quick, then hesitant movements. Goof what a sight was that. A man with a big banana cock fucking the big fleshy ass of a woman whose boobs were hanging and moving with his every thrust. Just imagine friends. I never saw those in BF’s. He was fucking her hard and she was shouting by now. I think he fucked her for 15 minutes and then he began to shout jeany..mole…oooh like that and just stopped and asked her ‘vanno mole and she nodded her head’ and then he said ‘njan varan pokunnu mole..’. By saying that he shifted his hands to. She nudged something againsthis anus. With him bent over the frame and starting to feel a little tired,she found little resistance to the butt plug as she slid it inside him. Theplug was well-designed, and it put pressure on all the right places. His peniscame back to life as she unbuckled the straps holding him down. She led himover to a padded massage bench, with a hole at one end for the face, strategicallyplaced for the client to lie face down. This bench had a difference though,in that. But you have to treat me right, to treat you right.” I said.“Can I please talk to my boyfriend? I just want him to know I’m alive.” She pleaded.“I don’t know if I can trust you. You have to earn that trust.”“How can I do that? What can I do?” She asked, pleading.“Well, I’ve had a tough morning. I need to relieve some stress. So, I think we should start with you sucking my dick.”“Jesus Christ. Right to the point are you. I…don’t make me do that. Please don’t.”I started to gently stroke my dick.