“No!” He threw himself at Jeremiah, but for all his speed, it was too slow. This bastard was far faster than an old man should have been, and he u...loaded six bullets at his fellow wolf. Three slammed into the gargoyle monster, sinking through the leathery skin of Jeremiah’s comrade, but three more hit Clara, and the result was far more visceral.She howled, a layer of pain in her roar as she fell to a knee, before turning around to look at Jeremiah. Three little sprays of red came out of her. Long fingers flitted frombeneath the robe and took if from her. Yas had heard herself referred to as'slave girl' but felt no offense.Shetruely loved her benefactor and Mistress and, if she was a slave, she was happyto be so for such a special woman. The object of her desire silently smoked fora moment and then invited her to lie beside her. She entered the open robe andsnuggled against the full breasts where she nearly fell asleep as her shiverswere quelled by the warmth of her Ladys'. She kept it in her cupboard, but only used it on certain things. Her new husband was giving her surprises, almost every day. When they had been moving his things into the house, she had seen, for the first time, that he had a Masters Degree, in Business Management. He also held a Bachelors Degree in Economics. She found out, soon afterwards, that he had gone to school while he was in Rehab. VA had footed all the bills, and gave him money for an allowance. Councillors had told them that. Janavi: Come on admit it, don’t lie to me. Even I like BDSM.Me: What. are you fuckin serious?Janavi: Yes I am, I just love it. Now at least tell me the truth.Me: Ok let be honest with you, even I like BDSM. I like to be dominated.After this conversation, there was a change in her behavior. The way she used to look at me and the way she used to talk to me everything changed. The project deadlines were fast approaching. We used to meet up at Janavi’s house to work on the project.We used to work.