Except this desk seemed larger, at least half again as wide and deep, and more intricately carved with mountain and forest scenes. The man standing be...ind it seemed to overpower it, his huge hands resting casually on the back of an equally ornate and carved office chair.Desk and chair, a matched set, sized to reflect the stature and imposing presence of their owner, Graydon thought. Richly tooled leather, nailed and tucked into diamond blocks with gleaming brass-headed tacks at their corners,. Of course, irony being my sister twin, made sure this particular morning my wits were soundly asleep. I lifted my mug and took a brave sip instead. It was a bad idea. I totally forgot my coffee was burning hot, and here I was now, coughing like a madman, quietly begging for him to leave so that I could have some privacy to melt in my own embarrassment. But no, he was still here, looking slightly concerned, handing me a glass of water, chuckling to himself. His hand was on my back, patting. But. Would I know the truth behind it or it would be one the best kept mysteries?The opportunity came up one given Saturday, when she called me for a dinner since a previous date had backed off. It was a quite interesting meeting, we remembering of the good times on high school and life in general. So, she asked if I could go to her apartment.“Your place?”“Yeah, Steve. I am alone and I need company. Are you game?”“Er... sure, why not? If I am not being a hurdle to you...”In Rhonda’s apartment, we. Rosalyn shimmied from side to side and allowed Cylvan to peel away the denim fabric and eventually pulling it free, again folding up and setting it aside. Cylvan looked up at her Mistress in her underwear, admiring the wolf woman's body and the pristine shine of her snowy white fur. The deep red colour of Rosalyn's hair as it draped across her shoulders contrasted sharply with her fur where it framed around her face. Rosalyn pushed forward her chest and nodded with a grin. Cylvan licked her.