." ... But you know their maiden names. Heck, for fifty bucks on the Internet, I might even be able to find out myself, but let's not worry about tha...t right now. You can always talk to them later, and ... tell them how well you're doing and what you're studying in college."Bridget stopped to stare at her new friend, tears beginning to sparkle in the young woman's eyes. "You really mean that, don't you? But why..."Courtney stood staring back at Bridget for a moment, then making up her mind, "I. My body trembled even more.He slid one finger slowly up and down over my quivering lips. I was enjoying the feeling. Parting my legs a bit more spread my lips open. His finger now slid between them as it moved up and down slowly. I was even warmer now.Soon I felt another of his fingers sliding up and down my now-moist pussy lips. I had never had anyone touch me that way before. I sat very still. I didn’t know what I should be doing. So I just let him continue.He rubbed my clit gently with both. She smiled and said “aajao mere maalik” (come, my master) I remembered they both enjoyed talking dirty in Hindi a lot and loved it when I abused them.I decided to inculcate that too and slapped her saying “Randi, chl naach ke dikha” (slut, show me your dance). The husband suddenly chimed in saying “master yeh bahut acha dance krti” to which she replied yes. I sat down on the sofa and she started to gyrate her hips. It was an enchanting site, she was a bit chubby but extremely curvy, even. She was moaning and groaning and this huge dog was humping madly. “That looks like fun” Barry said. My response “you must be joking. That is so sick” and I walked back to the lounge room. But the image stuck in my brain. The following Saturday Barry went to the football with a couple of mates and I got on the internet, found the site in History and clicked on. For the next hour I scrolled though videos of women with dogs. It fascinated me to such an extent that I ended up getting myself off.