I put it and my clothes into the satchel and sat down. Closing my eyes, I focused on finding the mental switch to trigger my transformation.“After t...irty minutes of searching, I found it. When the transformation was concluded - once again a wolf - I picked up the satchel and found that it sat just above the ground when I was wrapped around my neck. With a dash, I started to run towards my original destination, elated by the slight fortune this had given me. My travel times were cut in half and. I kept remembering her confession in the waiting room of the ‘Doc in a Box’ clinic. “What do you think about her getting her off the pills by forcing her to stay home during the week at least?”“It won’t work. If she is really hooked on them, we have to get her away from the life. Honest Tyler, I don’t know how to do it. They say if she is not willing to do the work she can’t be forced to do it,” Lucy said.“I hope she isn’t addicted to the pills, so you talk to her and find out. First step is to. She repeated what I had said softly to her self. “Meri gaand! Per kyoon? (My asshole! But why?” she said sitting up. “Haven’t you heard of anal sex?” I asked. “Nahin tau….OH GOD…tum meri gaand maarna chahate ho (No….oh my God….you want to fuck me in my asshole,” she literally shouted. “Shhh not so loud. Haan ab main teri gaand maarunga (Yes, now I’ll fuck you in your asshole),” I said pulling her to me and inserting a finger in her anus and moved it in and out. “Please Sahebji, let me go,” she. She decided it was time she took this to the next level.The next day, she took it up a notch. She didn’t wear a bra. She wore a green chiffon blouse, and the nipples were evident even for an untrained eye. She wore a regular green saree. Just before the vendor came, she rearranged her pallu to cover the nipples.Also, she allowed the pallu to steer clear of her navel, which meant her hips and navel were on full display. She did one more extra thing. She raised the saree and petticoat to reveal.