“Do you have any idea how long I have been thinking about you?” he asked.“Tell me, please?” she responded putting her head into his shoulder.T...ey talked, stopping to kiss very often, until she moved his hand to on top of her covered left breast.“Ginny, we need to be careful, don’t we?” he said.“I don’t want to be careful; I want you, Harry!”“We’ve known each other for over five years, and I see no reason to not love you, but we are getting married in a matter of days. Can’t we wait until then,. In your case, it only seemed appropriate.”“Appropriate? How can it be appropriate to ask for another human being to become your slave or something?”A rough hand grabbed his chin and made him turn his head a bit too harshly. “Where do you get such ideas? How are you a slave here?”“I have no freedom. I will have to do what you ask. How would you name that?”Klaus let him be and walked towards the bed, plopping himself on the comfortable pillows with a sigh.“First of all, if you are unhappy with. Only in her wildest fantasies had she ever been such a dirty slut. Now she reveled in it, licking her lips as she met each of their gazes, seeing the beast-like lust in their eyes, knowing that it was a reflection of her own."Shit, Blondie. Your pussy’s making a mess all over my bar." Jack’s laughter was low, almost menacing. He’d had more shots then the others, and it was turning him a little mean. The others didn’t seem to notice, or maybe they just didn’t care, but she did."I’m sorry…" she. "Yeah, totally," I whimpered from our bedroom doorway, unable to take my eyes off her transformation from an ordinary fifty-something hausfrau into a nylon-clad slut. Her pale white breasts burst from a too tight lace bra and her make-up mixing severe with haughty."Jesus, Kyle, you started it." She looked at me with her eyes wide open."I know, I know." I kicked the door jamb, not hard, a pathetic kick to echo my feelings."Do you want to call him and cancel?" She spoke as she looked at her.