Her mother or father had bequeathed her with paler skin, lighter brown hair and far more freckles than anyone else in the family. This alone constitut...d quite a severe differentness, but even now, in her early thirties, she hadn’t got married and didn’t even have a fiancé. She had quite a nice home, however, which she’d bought partly from family money, but mostly from her salary as a systems analyst in an insurance company. Quite clearly her employer was not one who expressed prejudice about. Speaking of her mother Carline Prelin was an exercising freak, meaning she spent more time lift weights than she did spending time with her own daughter. Of course given the mature women’s sandy hair and ridiculously toned body and angular face you couldn’t help, but mistake her for a lesbian butch. This was true however as Tiffany watched her mother dominate whores with a strap-on from the hallway on weekends. The outcome of spending most of your time by yourself and having male teenager. “I suggest that you don’t push it though.”The commander saluted then bowed; turning away he breathed a sigh of relief. His mate wouldn”t be pleased he’d upset the king. Most of the penalties he’d incurred though were removed so she wouldn’t be as pissed off. Shaking he’d rather face the king mad than his mate on an anger spree. She was after all of the same clan as special agent Gleena. The commander ruminated“Sire?” Gleena said after a few minutes. “I hope you don’t keep these restrictions on. Isn't it?" Mara didn't answer him with much more than the consistant moans she had been letting out. "Answer me bitch! Or this is gonna stop right now!" She desperately didn't want it to stop, especially since she was once again on her way to another orgasm. "I'm gonna stop right now! Ya hear me BITCH?!!!" "NOOO!!!"Mara moaned. "No what? Bitch." he smiled a shit eating grin at her. "No! Please don't stop!" "Why not?" he laughed. Oh you're eating.