I took it gratefully, just like the followingfruit salad and wafers – it was a long time since I had been spoiledway, if ever. He did not once menti...on anything of importance, or he did,but nothing that mattered for me in that specific moment. He talked aboutthe morning sun and of the birds' song at dawn, he talked of the fruits inthe salad and of the painting he had started to work on, of the colours heused and his favourite spot in the garden. I listened intensely, and thoughI hoped for. He came in behind me and untied my wrists as well as removed the leash from around my neck. I heard the sound of a door closing behind me, meaning my only exit would be through the gates that led into the arena.“Lean forward and grab that ledge, skunk.” I did as he said and then chirped as I felt him grasp the base of my tail and lift it up. The next thing I felt was a warm object, smooth and slick being pressed against my pucker.“What are you doing?”“It’s butter and it will help you avoid. The sensation of fullness was incredible. Draping my legs over the armrests again, I resumed the video and watched that cock drive in and out of the blond's dilated ass. I so much wished that it was being done to me.I had opened up my window blinds so that anyone walking by could see me with my legs spread and my hand rubbing and my fingers dipping inside myself. I had the crotch of my short shorts pushed aside, so there was no denying what I was doing, and it all added to the excitement of. ‘He’s seeing Sarah,’ I repeated. ‘It was pretty wrong of us to do this, but for one thing, I already broke up with Trent, and for another thing, from the looks of it they may have been doing this longer than us.’ ‘From the looks of it? What does that mean?’ Jesse demanded. ‘I stopped at his house to get something I left there. We saw them.’ ‘What, you saw them fucking?’ Jesse said sardonically. ‘Yes,’ I replied. Suddenly, Jesse laughed loudly, almost maniacally. ‘What the hell kind of shit is.