She tried to remember the last time she had been that wet. In her night time conquests, she had only been wet enough to let a cock slide inside her. H...r mind kept thinking and finally she deduced it was when she was eighteen and a senior in high school during study hall when she last soaked her underwear. She smiled at the memory and thanked God that she had been wearing black jeans that day because when she arrived home after school, they were also wet in the middle. And it was all because of. She shuddered involuntarily when he place his arm aroung her, placing his hand safely just over her bellybutton. Though she felt repulsed she even managed to twist around to give him a kiss good night.That next day she did something she thought she would never to, ever. She violated his privacy to find out just what the stranger that was her husband did on the computer. By looking at the recent places area, she discovered, though he did indeed do some office work on the computer, by far most. Her vision is blurry but slowly comes back into focus. She tries to struggle again but her hands are firmly tied. She tries to scream but her mouth is gagged. Something feels odd, different. She looks down to see that her clothes are gone and have been replaced by a snake skin swimsuit. "Strange how it seems to hug my body," she thinks. The room is silent and still. From outside she can just hear the manic tweeting of several canaries.Tina arrived in the interview room a few minutes after Scott. Eyes glowed in the shadows, flickering in and out of view every so often to cause her to shiver with uncertainty. She knew that wolves were known to haunt the forests around her father’s castle. Many a night she had lain awake listening to their heartbreaking song. There always seemed to be one howl, different from the rest and alone, never with a pack. That howl never failed to send a shiver to her very soul. His arm tightened about her as he applied pressure to the reigns slowing the horse.