There were six buttons on the remote with raised numbers on each of them. As Ashleigh ran her thumb over the numbers, Sharon explained that they contr...lled how far George would move, out and in, from his present position. In her left hand a simpler device was placed. This one had only three buttons, also marked, and Sharon explained they controlled the speed of George’s thrusts. 1 for slow, 2 for medium, and 3 for fast. The buttons only worked when pressure was applied so that removing her. “Ralf, Ralf,” I called out. I turned my head to the left and saw some of the wolves were curled up going to sleep together. Some were watching me closely as I walked past them. “I’m down here, Annabelle,” I heard his familiar voice straight ahead. I continued down the muddy lantern torched pathway until I came to a room sized space at the back of the den where Ralf had transformed back into his naked human form and laid out on his side upon layers of soft leaves, hay, and bird feathers. . .Even distracted, I still had just barely enough hand-eye coordination to undo her blouse, exposing her cleavage, held in by a surprisingly sturdy brassiere. It took some fumbling - you try doing this with a limited amount of experience and a serious deficit in cooperative brain cells - but I got it undone and her breasts were in my full view. Her nipples could, I believe, put an eye out, seeming to extend over an inch past the crinkled and raised areolae, and explained the reason for the. I didn't realize. Tonight. Go to the club tonight, the one we always used to go to. I'm going to be playing there at 9. After that we can come back to my place and talk, okay?" "Okay... I'll see you tonight. I'm sorry." "Don't be," click. Don't be? What was that supposed to mean? It took me two months for her just to talk to me, so I didn't want to push it. I went home and waited for 9 to come. It got closer to 9 so I got dressed and ready to go. I didn't want to dress too fancily, but I still.