I bent over just a little bit and George told me that he could see my butt. “That’s great Angie, thank you.” George said, “We’ll be able to ...ake her anywhere in that.”“It’s horrible.” I said, “the girl who wore this must be a child size garden gnome or something. I feel like I’m wearing a barrel with straps.”“You do look cute.” Tom said, then added, “Maybe I should be going now.”“Thanks Tom, you can eat over here anytime that you want her.”Then George turned to me and said,“That’s not very. It was so unlike me to give in without a fight, but I already had learnt how futile it was to fight you. Should I even bother wasting my energy, especially since I was almost sure you enjoyed my resistance last night? As your hand pressed more harshly against my neck, I finally decided to choose my battles more carefully tonight. Opening my mouth to you I fully expected you to plunge your tongue into me, kissing me as roughly as before. Instead I felt you almost hesitate before your tongue. Sorry.”“Next week, come to have dinner with us,” Fenrir had said. “Meet the pack, let them convince you.”“If you insist,” Mahina giggled, imagining a large family dinner.When she arrived, she was greeted by an older couple, who appeared to be in their seventies or eighties. There were two other adult couples and eight children ranging in age from a babe in arms to what seemed to be a young teen. When they sat for dinner, Fenrir and the older man sat opposite each other with Mahina and the older. Why shouldn't I enjoy it? Turn off part of the brain for a few minutes and just enjoy it. He did offer. he did say "anything." My thoughts are travelling one direction, and my hands are moving in another, almost on their own. I am touching my pussy - yes, that's what "he" is calling it now - and I can feel my fingers - his fingers - picking up my wetness. I slide my fingers - his fingers - along my pussy and I can feel myself getting lost in the sensations. It is hard for me to stand up.