I saw her center of gravity shift before she even moved her hand. I could easily have blocked what was coming, but I didn’t, accepting the hard, and...well-deserved, slap across the face.“You fucking ASSHOLE! Is that what I was? A toy to play with and so long as I had orgasms, everything was OK? You are NOT that clueless! Or, maybe, on second thought, you are! Do you have ANY idea what you did to some of us? A thought? Or was it just, ‘hey, I made them cum, everything is good!’?”“Joyce,. The link I made translated human to “big cat” when I talked to them.The little one came over to rub against me so I would reach down to scratch him behind the ears. He curled up at my feet like an oversized house cat. Sarah Jane moved between the animal control officers and me. Her stance was that of a mama protecting her offspring from predators.“Come here, Sarah Jane,” I told the big cat, and she moved over to sit beside me.I told the animal control officers, “An animal control officer I know. What was to stop them seeing her? She didn’t care. They could see her, watch, take a picture; she had sheer manliness insider her right now pushing her sexual capacity to her limits and beyond. The thought of getting caught only excited her burning desires ever more. She moaned and made it enough for anyone to hear. She wanted to get caught. Let them see what a woman she was in her prime with such a specimen craving her body and using it to his heart’s content. These thoughts brought that. Now let's get this message sent."There were a few men in the barracks below waiting for us. The sergeant from earlier and a couple of older soldiers, these looked to be the type that were used to giving orders and doing what needed to be done."Who is the senior officer here?" I asked.One of the men that had a face that someone had played tic-tac-toe on, more than once, stepped forward. "My Lord, you killed our commander and his second. I am the senior sergeant here." Will you have a problem.