My hands were then bound together but instead of having them lifted above my head, you strapped my wrists between my ankles. It didn’t take long fo... me to imagine how exposed I must have appeared in that position. My ass was sticking up high, while my face was just below waist height. It was not a very dignified stance.Then a heavy woman who smelled of a sweet cologne, backed her ass into my face, while another woman stood behind me and began to slowly slap my ass. First one cheek, then the. Alluring even. Who would have thought?I opened my mouth and inspected my teeth and gums. Everything looked normal – oh, but how looks can be deceiving. I used the newfound muscles near my jaw and my canines extended to a little over an inch in length. The movement tickled slightly with a faint and strange pressure, but the action was swift and smooth, like a switchblade. Another conscious act and they retracted just as easily."Huh..." I heard myself make a questioning noise. 'I wonder how I am. Mai har Saturday ko evening 7 pm pass ke mandir jata tha,ye bat unko maloom pad gayi toh wo bhi har Saturday ko mere bad mandir aane lagi, meri taraf dekhkar smile karti , ab toh mai bhi unki taraf filrt karne lag gaya,har bar ki tarah wo mere bad ek Saturday ko mandir aayi . hamari najare mili, ek dusare ko smile di,aur mandir se bahar aane ke bad mai baithkar apne shoes pahanne laga tab hi, wo pas se gujri aur ek parchi neeche phek di, mai samjh gaya ki ye parchi mere liye hai, maine unke. ” But when she wasn’t looking, he grinned. He did like the new and shiny, after all.Mike Peterson returned to his cabin in its secluded corner on the Brightman ranch. It was undisturbed. Although he’d miss staying with Father Ambrose and Sister Agatha with their far-ranging late-night conversations, he was delighted to be back to his hidden cabin, the surrounding forest, and his privacy. He began gathering firewood to heat rocks for a cleansing sweat bath.Augustus Atwood and Jason Embridge were.