Then we stood back and checked her restraints. With straps around her wrists, upper arms, neck, thighs, lower legs, and ankles, she was totally immob...lised. Rebecca patted her huge, grimy rump, and we went off to fetch the 'boar.' For some moments we stood outside the sty and regarded its occupant. His tether was too short and the walls of his sty too high for him to see us, but he knew we were there. Thick, stinking, brown slime sliding from the flank he'd been lying on, he was grunting. She asked me, exhausted, if I wanted to fuck one more time. Of course I did! She asked me if we could change into the doggy position and I could put a finger in her ass. I was perplexed for a moment, but quickly said yes. So there she was standing in front of me on all fours. Her pussy was so wet, her asshole looked so beautiful! So I put my cock in her pussy and she moaned again. I sucked my finger off and stuck it carefully and slowly into her ass. She moaned again and screamed that it felt. That woman isn’t going anywhere.”“I don’t know,” he says putting his face into his hands for a moment. “I don’t even know what the hell is happening to me.”“What do you mean?” Ashley asks inquisitively. “You’re fucking me and she knows about it—big deal. Affairs usual get found out about at some point. At least this way, it’s already out in the open.”“It’s not that,” he says, dropping his hand down to the desk.“You wanted to talk,” Ashley says. She feels that joy in her taking a U-turn. “Let’s. Even though we'd been roommates, I assured her I found much more pleasure and comfort in her arms. But she doesn't know about you, Sol, and our all too brief liaison. Despite being a doll and smart as shit, she fears others in the little dyke brigade here at Mount Holyoke. She doesn't realize they can't hold a candle to her. First time we met up, most of them thought I was some bimbo, a temporary lesbian. They don't trust lipstick lesbians much. I kind of let them know they could fuck.