Of course, they had been out of their kennel runs since late last night and hadn’t even seen an indication that they might have to return. It wasn�...�t a stretch to think that they associated that change with me and my existence with them. And, in large part, they were right.I kept looking into the woods. We had the entire estate to wander in. I was told the estate would seem huge and secluded. Bounded by two rivers and largely wooded, it would be private and isolated. I was naked. I was barefoot.. Christina was in a state of high arousal for most of the day and, on the journey with a mostly deserted train, she decided to play with herself - for our mutual benefit.She moved both hands slowly down her belly. With her fingertips, she teased at the waist of her shorts as if debating pushing them inside, then drew back up, hooking under the hem of her vest. If one fluid movement, she pulled the material up to her bra, leaving her belly beautifully exposed. Her breathing was getting more. Montana looked at her with wide, lust-filled eyes. Squashing their breasts together the two strippers grinded their pelvises against one another.The crowd cheered and shouted; “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!”Natasha floated like a fairy away from Montana and bowed in adoration, sticking her naked ass out as a greeting to another section of the cheering crowd. One man reached out and touched the back of her thigh before sliding his hand up to her wet pussy. For some reason, she was not pissed off. If we could manage to get together, I wouldn't have to go prowling around like some bitch in heat, you know? It would be right here at home, where it's comfortable and familiar. And I already love you, for Christ's sake. What could be so wrong about it?" I didn't respond. There was just too much to think about."Don't try to tell me you don't need it as bad as I do," she continued. "I've seen the wet spots on your sheets when I change them. I've seen the girlie magazines under your mat-tress..