” Then she had averted her gaze and moved over two seats.She must have overhead us talking about this hike. She had to know what I was--and what she... would receive--or she would not have come to this isolated spot.She broke the long silence. “My name’s Jenny.”I nodded my head and raised a questioning eyebrow.She looked me up and down once, pausing at my muscular chest and thighs. I stared back, hard. She dropped her head and looked at ground. Head still bowed, she gazed up at me through the veil. Not so large that they should attract much undue attention. Hugh squeezed and stroked his breasts for a second before putting on a loose shirt.Finally, he pulled his hair together with a scrunchy (his very own, Erin had bought it for him at the airport), grabbed the keys, and headed out.The feeling that he was impersonating someone was hard to shake. And of course he was, but with an impersonation so fantastically good that it would stand up to the closest scrutiny. Still, he was acutely aware. "Hello slut. Ready to get fucked?"The language that she used with me was humiliating. Mostly because it was the type of language that I always fantasized about using on submissive women, but always wimped out in the end out of shyness. As a dominant, Nicole proved superior to me in every way. She was total uninhibited. Uninhibited in her actions as well as her words. No preliminaries, no music, no wine...just a dominant, vigorous anal examination by her educated fingers as she made me beg her. ‘How are you going to do that?’ Rodger asked with his best sexy smile. His mind was in the gutter again. Rodger always was one for the ladies. It was one of the reasons why his marriage failed. ‘Well, for you it means that you get your wish,’ she replied, her smile softening briefly. ‘The going back to high school one.’ ‘And for me?’ I asked. Her smile turned frosty once more. ‘For you, it means that you get Rodger’s wish as well.’ ‘Hey! I told you I don’t want to go back to high school. I.