"Tell me you like to feel my cock in your pussy." I like it," Patty said, pushing up to get more of Ken's prick. "I like it when you stick your cock i... my pussy. I like it when you push it way in and let me twist around on it."She lifted her legs around him, locking her ankles and using her legs to help Ken's thrusts. She pulled him toward her with her legs, her heels digging into his ass to urge him forward."That's right, baby," Ken said. "Fuck me back."He looked up at me. "It's going to be. Each time they had put her through the same three punishments always ending up with the metal clips and the current slicing into her womanhood.As she lay on the beach and listened to the seagulls and the waves beating on the shore and against all the treacherous rocks which surrounded the island, she remembered again the horrible odour of singed pubic hair and retched for the thousandth time. She tenderly felt the affected parts and was relieved to see and feel that they were healing up nicely. "He told me werewolves age differently than people. He has no idea how old he is; I thought he might be eighteen, but he tells me he's probably over thirty." Anders was fascinated by the physiology of his transformation."But he might as well be younger than me, for all the cultural knowledge he has," Solona added. "I've watched him with the elven servants; he has no idea how to interact with them." His restraint is admirable, though," Jowan opined. "I saw one of the soldiers – who apparently. Maybe people were talking about it, I don't know. Probably somebody saw me coming and going there, to his house, and probably somebody had something to say about it.But I never heard nothing right out, about it, and old Bill was happier than I ever remembered him being, and, Hell, I was pretty happy my own self, as far as that goes.Things started goin' to Hell, though, with Mama, and there wasn't any way I could afford to have anybody in, full-time, to take care of her, and there wasn't any way.