From the grin on her face, my moon-mate was very proud and thrilled at the sheer level of success. I had just roughly doubled the pack’s size in les... than half a workday, more or less. It would be more once the spouses and significant others were added.“Damn, you’ve been a busy Big Bad Wolf, haven’t you, babe? I love it! Twelve members on the staff, not counting you, plus the fourteen that we had as of this morning, counting Hannelore here ... yep, very busy on pack business! That’s twenty-six. Mistress tied the end of the rope off to another bolt on the floor behind me and walked over to me. "Are you comfy, dear?" she asked lightly."Mmmmph," I replied. Although I was physically quite uncomfortable with the strict bondage, my body heat collecting in the catsuit, and my feet stuck "en pointe", I was also very much in heaven. The role of utter submission and femininity totally overtook my mind and my body, and the resulting sexual energy coursed through me like a placid torrent of fire. "When you come home tonight, make sure you're not wearing any underwear. It'll be fun!" Then he was gone. Son of a bitch! Her head was spinning. She had just been given an order by someone she did not know, a very provocative order. One she would never obey. Never in her life had she gone without underwear. Hell, most nights she slept in a bra. She always credited that habit for the firmness of her breasts. Although it could be genetics. Who knew? After arriving at her meeting, RuthAnn tried. Waves upon waves of the rolling trembling orgasm have control of your body. You are possessed by something you can’t control. I slow down, and you slide from the top of your orgasm down to a relaxed state of pure bliss. You can’t speak, you can’t move your body. You slowly recover to kiss me, and I hold on to you tightly. I allow you a minute to recover, and then I move over the top of you. I move up to my knees and rub your soaking wet pussy with my hard, ready cock. Up and down the length.