Clair knew me and instantly understood the mood switch. I had carried the box in the house and dropped it and turned to her ready to kick her back out...the door. Tears were running down her face. She looked crushed. She said in a small voice, "I had hoped we could become friends if nothing else. I am so sorry for hurting you. You are the best man I know, at everything, I miss you so, and I will love you forever."Suddenly I felt the tears running down my face. She moved and held me. It felt so. That only made me want to try harder. I glanced up to watch her playing with her nipple and was impressed by the soft contours of her abs as she flexed them to hold herself up without using an arm for support. I reached up with one of my hands to play with her other nipple, rubbing circles around it and pinching softly. “Spirits take me, human, you sure know what you’re doing,” she huffed. Her eyes were closed at this point, and her wings moved from twitching to fluttering as my tongue found. " Hey, what's going on?"I suddenly grabbed her pushing her across the kitchen table." Oh uggh get off me!" Nearly twice her size it was easy to pin her flat my breathing heavy as the cord wrapped round a tiny wrist, jerking her arm behind her back binding both wrists together." Ugggggghh awww stop, ugh god nooooo!" I grabbed her dirty blonde mane pulling her upright. "Up stairs you bitch, we don't want to be disturbed." She screamed and I had to put my hand over her mouth. In my pocket was a. He must've had a beer after work before coming to see her. Excellent, she thought, a little Dutch courage is exactly what he'll need for what is coming next. Without moving from his personal space she spoke softly, but clearly "So, when you are in my studio James, you will always address me as Miss or Miss Catherine. You will give 110% effort to any tasks and exercises I give you. You will arrive in your work clothes and change into your kit here in front of me. Is that clear?" Yes Miss.