. I'm called Berhtulf, but sometimes I'm known as Peter when I go among the humans. How are you called?" asked Peter as they raced through the woods.T...e only sound that came from Ariel was a soft growling and then nothing else."I've heard the others call you Ariel, but that's a human name, probably one given to you by that human lover of yours who's gone. How does your pack refer to you?" asked Peter smilingThe sound of her scream was so mix with pain that Peter almost stumbled as he. Again she began moving faster, and as she did, began gently stroking my asshole. First time I ever had a woman stroke my asshole. She gently slipped one finger inside, and as she did, I moaned, I pulled her head roughly to me and spurted what seemed like gallons of cum inside her mouth. Smiling to herself, she swallowed – secretly pleased that she was responding this way to me. I sank back down onto the sofa, and we lay there together for a few moments. When I moved again, we exchanged deep. Heading quickly for the lift, grateful that she had worn the long dress over her body stocking and it couldn’t be seen by the receptionist.As she rode up in the lift, she laughed to herself thinking the receptionist must have thought she was an escort, she just hoped she looked high class enough to pass for acceptable.As she strode along the deep carpeted corridor towards room 542, the Do Not Disturb sign was already hung on the door, she knocked with trepidation hoping she had got the right. Now why would she be doing all that cutting and pasting, I wondered; Ascrap-book? I looked around, but could find no scrapbook of any kind.What I did find was a good-sized stack of teen/rock/music magazinesunder the bed, all with pages missing.The first magazine had no cover. I turned to the title page. In a lowercorner was a picture of four girls in leather. Below it was thecaption:ON THE COVER... Punk rock, female style, with those weird chicks from"Bitchin' Heat". They're hot all right, but.