I awoke to the clamor of cheer and yells,the bar had long since closed and I found myself hands bound together tied to the stripper pole surrounded by... cocks of every color and size. I was professing how straight I was but it was to no avail.I heard a few whispers say it was a movie or something and to go along with it,be worth my time and such. Of course my complaining was half-hearted as when I am drunk I get extremely horny,pussy or cock I could go for either. It would seem years of stringing. Quickly, he threw all the excess gear out of the sled, except for the required minimum; he could pick it up later. Eager hands helped him pull on the identification bib he hadn't worn since Anchorage, and after only a five minute stop, he was out on the trail again.The dogs were working fine. He was proud of them, proud indeed. He'd started with sixteen dogs, but four had to be dropped along the way, to be flown back to Anchorage, where inmates of the state penitentiary for many years had cared. " Well, it's not happening, so jack-off." Okay, I am, I am."Soon, he was cumming as I rubbed a finger jammed up under the leg of my shorts. I knew it wouldn't be enough and that I'd have to use the guest room again but it was good enough for the moment. We watched the rest of the movie while he eagerly played with his dick, then I sent him up to bed."Are you coming up to say goodnight?" You just want to have me watch you masturbate again, right?" Yeah, I love it when you do. It makes it feel so. "And I went back to my desk, distinctly aroused, not able to concentrate on work for at least twenty minutes, I was so distracted by this feminine presence, so utterly different from any other fantasy-figure that I had ever daydreamed of.To my surprise, she approached the subject in quite a matter-of-fact way, the next time we spoke."I want to know what you meant - that there's a way round."She was looking directly at me, with no emotive charge, and I couldn't tell how far I was allowed to go.