One thing was certain. The dogs weren't going to tell.

The Warden's cabin was isolated at the end of a rough, rutted track that only a four-wheel-drive vehicle could manage to negotiate – and only then when the weather permitted such traffic at certain times of the year.

But the place wasn't totally isolated, and for a few weeks a year they had neighbors. Just down that broken trail there was another newer and far more well appointed cabin, which the Richards', a well-to-do family, used for their summer vacations. City folk, they welcomed the chance to get back to nature for a while – although they brought frozen foods and portable TVs and such things with them while believing that they were roughing it and suffering hardships.

At the moment, however, two members of the Richards family were actually roughing it. Up that rough track came Valerie and her daughter, Linda, on foot and leading a pack animal. Valerie was a shapely, sexy blonde in her mid-thirties, tall and slim and elegant. Linda was a nubile teenager with bouncy tits and a trim little heart-shaped ass.

And the pack animal that they had hired just happened to be a jackass – with a huge prick.

Valerie was headed for the cabin, out of season, to give herself time to ponder an important decision and to get away from her husband, about whom that decision had to be made. She was hurt, angry, and determined.

Unable to rent a Jeep in the nearest town, she had been so firm in her resolve to reach the cabin that she had rented the donkey, much to her daughter's dismay. Neither of them knew a damned thing about taking care of a donkey…

The reason for this impulsive journey was that this morning Valerie had walked into the maid's room without knocking and discovered her husband eating the maid's pussy. The cute little French maid, in her frilly cap and lace trimmed dress, dark silk stockings and black garter belt, had been perched on the edge of her bed.