Hit the wall.”Right, both times it was this guy catching her unawares.“Smart b-bastard,” she said.“I am, aren’t I?”Cocky too, with a smarm... grin and a handsome face. Perfect. No remorse for when she’d eventually stab him.“So ... werewolves. You weren’t big b-brutes when I first saw you in the tunnel.”“No, we were hunting in our Urshul form. We must have looked like large wolves to you.”Multiple forms? Interesting. “What else can w-w-werewolves do?”The bastard grinned down at her. “Prying me for. The hours went by slowly as I ironed my clothes, carefully making sure I got all the creases. My door bell finally rang and I ran to the door, eager to throw myself into his arms. “You look lovely” he said, smiling at me. “You look pretty good yourself” I replied, looking him up and down. “Should we leave now?” I asked, picking up my bag. “Yep” he said, waiting for me to walk out the door. He touched. Then gently began to fondle her body in a most light but erotic way. Her body reacted as any woman who was naked, secure and blindfolded would, and to his joy her orgasm was fast and furious, her juice dribbling down her leg like a dribbling tap. Fred smiled then asked her “if she would like to be released?” which she `wanted more than anything,’ but Fred, being Fred said, “he would do so, but only if she would be re-secured on her knees where it would be a lot more comfortable!” She begged him. In one corner, a pair of double doors provided entry. The ceiling was about twenty feet high, supported by visible steel beams. Light fixtures hung between the beams but we didn't need them; a row of high windows admitted a soft light. There were mats on the floor, mats stacked in the corners, and a few rows of bleachers along the interior wall. The place had a musky smell to it.Adam threw a couple of towels on one of the mats; then we sat cross-legged facing each other."Are you OK, skipping.