Her dress was short and she wore open strappy heels. She looked bored and went to her table. I watched in delight as she sat down carefully trying not...to give a glimpse of her pantry area. I was intrigued.I made my way over to her table and sat down motioning the waiter to bring wine. I took two glasses and offered her one.“I can’t. I am not 21,” she said in a bored tone.“Oh. I thought you were. How old are you then?”“17. My dad made me come.”“I see. Who is your dad?”“Jack Davis.”This was. “Up.” He said, a tick of regret surging through him as she obeyed immediately. “You’re with Docker now.” “I—” Hana started, and he watched as her eyes filled with tears. “What? Docker?” “Yes Docker.” Ram snapped, “Now go.” Hana gathered her day and night gown, and then hugged the bundle tightly in her arms, as if she would be separated from it. Ram had no interest in child rearing, he wouldn’t need to even acknowledge the boy until he was talking. He kept his eyes cold, wanting this part of. He mounted me quickly then, wrapping his paws around my waist, pushing himself upright so that I groaned with the effort to support his weight. I felt his long sharp claws digging into my flesh and the smell of blood hit me, distinct and natural. I'd been cut deep on both sides and there was pain, but it was lost to the sudden penetration of the wolf's penis as it slipped its sheath and stabbed inside me quickly.He was large and thick and his cock felt like a knife drawn fresh from the forge,. A salty, warm, fresh curl of morning air moves through the round window right beside my head. Round window?? Where am I? I hear a soft watery slapping sound, and the memory rushes back. ohhhh… :))) I smile in the dark and look out at the moonlight glinting on the water ripples just past the anchor rope on the bow. I remember, ohhhh, I remember now…. I turn my head a little and run my nose into the softness of your hair just behind your ear, so very short from your last haircut on the base,.