The width of the horizontal lying trunk is, like, waist-high to me, so it takes a bit of effort to climb up on it. As I kneel against the damp, fuzzy ...carpet of moss, I hike up my skirt then straddle it like a horse.After removing my backpack and dropping it onto the ground, I lean forward and lay belly down on the fallen tree, resting my cheek against the soft layer of spongy leaves as my arms wrap around the log. I don’t know if it’s because of how my panty-covered vagina just grinded against. I opened it to be confronted by yet another fucking message full of numbers. [13-13] [4-2-22-13-7-10-6-13-5], [3-9-3-11-16] [6-18-17-10-21-4-23-24-15-4-23-12-18-17-22]. [3-19-25] [1-13-16-16] [19-20-2] [10-25-15-2-11] [22-2-1] [23-14] [8-11-12-19-8-16-11-12] [7-20-10] [25-6-16-10] [24 12 9] [22-18-24-22-11] [7-3-21-22-7-20-16] [7-19-6-6-24-2-26] [20-15] [7-26-7-13-3-19-17-5]. [3-16-7-20-3] [17-5-2] [9-23-5-10] [14-15-13-26-26-15] [21-8-24] [13-14-11-7] [10-1-25-26-12] [18-11] [8-1-6-23].. Sometimes it was pants and sometimes it was a skirt. No cleavage, and a little nurse hat. I would say she was in her early fifties, dark hair in a bun, and warm blue eyes with a pretty smile. I think she had Doc's nurse forever. She did have a huge wedding ring on but I never knew anything about her husband. "I had a boyfriend that had told me he was the same way." Abby stated. "Then he had to work it out with a woman. Someone that kept her mouth closed and taught him what he needed to know.. I hated this.No, not hated. I loved Wendy, but when she went into this ultra-submissive state, it was almost more than I could handle. It was such an open, unconditional willingness to please me in any way she could that it made me feel unworthy. It didn’t happen often, but it always gave me chills when she simply waited on her knees for me.I’d even gone with Wendy to one of her therapy sessions and with her permission had seen her therapist, Sheila Garvey, a few times, by myself. It had helped.