Her nipples were her weak spot, I had known this for some time and used it to my advantage. She silently moaned and her hips dug into my bed. I pulled...the other side of her shirt up and started kissing her ribs while still playing with her perfect nipple. Ashley began squirming with her whole body and grinding her hips with force. I swear I could hear her heart beating over my own. Working my way up, I found her other breast with my lips and started left a substantial purple hickey under her. Her leg feels like it almost got torn off by the force behind it. Screaming, she grabs tufts full of carpet, trying to crawl away while her loose leg kicks wildly. She hears a growl and an ear-shattering bark. The unexpected noise paralyzing her for a moment. She looks behind herself and there, she sees something she’s never seen before in her life. A gigantic, muscled, wolf-like creature, standing on two legs. His forelimbs look nothing like a wolf’s though. They look more like arms, with. It was unfortunate that, in the brief time between my reconnaissance and the "heist," the fifth Mrs. Frolichmann had decided to move in.The house sat in one acre of walled garden, on a private road, out of sight and earshot of the highway. Justin, the interior designer who had been commissioned to redecorate the 1930s mansion for Frolichmann's latest bride, had informed me that the young lady had consigned most of her predecessor's art collection to a box-room, to await collection. The art. "Beep that fucking horn, one more time," Andrea said getting out of the car and walking towards the back of the car. Chris ran and stopped her. "What?" she said as the car passed her. Chris smiled. "What are you smiling for?" she said with a smile on her face. "You. You're so quiet at work," he said as she got back in the car. He got into the passenger seat. "That's work, Andrea. Now you can see the real me. My parent's told me to stick up for myself, cause no one else will. So..." she.