”She whispered, “You could have been killed.” Then, leaning back and staring at me, eyes frigid blue, she exclaimed loudly, “You could have be...n KILLED, you idiot!”“Risk is part of the job, Callie.”“Let’s go away. Run away. We could hide somewhere they’d never find us. We could just disappear. They’d stop hunting for us.” In an increasing, jumbled frenzy she spit out plans, destinations, options, all driven by the need to escape danger - a reaction to what she’d just seen.I waited her out. When. Oddly it did not lessen me in anybody’s eyes, like at home for example, bestiality is regarded as disgusting, and therefore anybody who does it would be looked down upon. But here it seems that being willing to stiffen the sinews and do this thing (sex) was regarded as a brave, or at least honourable thing. Like I said, I liked this country.When Lady Armany went out for a while (she curtseyed and left, I assumed that was to visit the ‘little girl’s room’ as no reference was made to it), her. They sat in companionable silence, he flipping the pages of a magazine, she tackling the crossword. Occasionally she called out a clue, and they had fun tussling with the obtuse references. He was good at helping with clues, often seeing the ones she missed, but she was the one good at starting the crossword. For some time now the pages of the magazine had been still, and he had a far away look on his face. ‘Penny for them’ she said. He had obviously heard her voice as if from a distance, and. Blood rushed like a drugged cocktail through his veins, engorging his dick. The roar of want so intoxicating. He kissed her, held her in his grasp until she struggled, and only then did he release her enough to allow those few desperate breaths in. Placing his mouth to her ear, he whispered to the beast that lived in her body. “You want me to fuck you, huh? Straighten your head out by shoving my dick down your throat? You’re going to get exactly what you came for and more, little girl.” .