“I’m not drunk, and I know exactly what I want to do you if you’d let me. But I promised not to force you, Raina. It has to be your choice,” h... told her.He gently kissed her behind the ear, making her shiver all over, and he groaned again, as she rubbed against him as she did. She giggled as he pulled back into the tent. He made it shake, and the snow slid off, revealing that it wasn’t entirely dark.Ben looked at his minder and grunted. He slapped her arse. “Come on sweet cheeks, we have work. " He rose and followed Bill out the door when he didn't get an answer.Bill climbed into his truck and Tim got in the passenger side."So, what's up," Tim asked?"First I need to piss. Then I need to get some coffee," Bill said gruffly.Tim took the hint from Bill's tone and didn't say anything until they got to the 5th wheel. Tim nuked some cold coffee for Bill while he was pissing. Once they were settled in the little living area and sipping coffee he asked again, "So, what's up?" Tim didn't know. I knew the physiology of dog mating. Even thinking about Bo doing me, absently in my mind, I had forgotten that aspect of canine mating. Being tied together.The knot was being pressed into me with each thrust, slowly and surely it was spreading my lips, pressing, stretching my pussy for entrance. The entire experience was overwhelming. I was moaning, groaning, and gasping constantly and loudly. I had mental imagines flashing through my brain; not just of being tied to a dog, to Bo, but of. In the meantime, I worked on my next program and homework after setting the table for four like always. Mom got home with two pizzas, and asked me, "Are you ready to go to town ... wait, has your supper been called off because of the snow?" she corrected, as she saw the four plates."Not yet, Mom, I'm expecting a call shortly to let me know, but with it still snowing outside I suspect it will be postponed. I'm not sure I was looking forward to this meal and the interrogation afterward.".