I knew what she meant. My pussy was wringing, a reaction to how her anus had felt under my fingertips and the grip of the sucking flesh as I pressed through that tight little ring to touch her insides. She'd called it game but I knew it really wasn't - not in a million years. Nothing was a game to Donna - there was a reason for everything she did and I was involved only because I was part of her plan, just as Jack was part of it.

The last few drops of water drained from the bag and I regarded her, crouched on her knees in that brightly...