Her own body was beginning to perspire in the warm, closed room, the excited heat of the teenagers around her acting almost like a giant heater. Joan ...could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair, its slow, teasing trail causing her to squirm the moist, hair-lined fringes of her warmly throbbing pussy still harder against the floor. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Knuckles' hand was still probing under the flimsy panties between Lucy. The sticker laid limbs swirled in every direction. Fingers of points and thorn in a thousand directions along the slightly beat trail. Scratched in deeply driven bites at exposed flesh. Splicing open skin in any brush along the thin path. Shielding the burning sun in flickers from tall reaching branches. Driving thorns into flesh like needles then knife sliced away as passing. The Ghost Horse’s whinny from red blood trails over smoke white. The twists and turns into the maze of pricking vine. He laughed and shook his head."You'll come around," he said. "One of these days, you'll come around begging for it. They all do." He unzipped his fly, pulled out his hard cock and slipped the foreskin up and down a few times over the moist cock-knob. "How about it, babe, there's still time."Pam pushed open the door. She had literally to haul Cissy out of the front seat as the dizzy blonde tried to bend over and give the man a blowjob in the parking lot of the fast-food joint. Jeff was still. She imagined they would be more powerful and bigger. She didn’t need to explain that last part. I knew full well what she meant.Into the week things basically got back to normal but her interest in doing it with a dog again remained in the air. Finally, on Thursday, she got me to ring Vern again and inquire about Saturday night and what dog was available. When he said the Doberman was available her eyes sparkled. She talked about being a slave to his desires. Then it hit me. She wanted to be.