Sometimes it was a lie, sometimes it was the truth. As with Camille he was telling her the truth."Thank you," her smiled widened."Where we going?" To ...hef Bordeaux's." I hear you have to have a month's reservation in advance to get in there." I have my connections," she said softly as she pulled into the rush hour traffice. "So how was work today?" Okay, you?" I don't work, silly," she laughed lightly. "I'm a wealthy girl." I thought you were working for IBM as some kind of an advisor." No! I. This did not bode well."May I ask where Mathias is?" I asked hesitantly, like I didn't know my rights or my place; I could fake submissive well when I needed to."The Alpha is resting in preparation for tonight, when we return our brethren to the earth," Asher answered, his gruff voice sad. Asher was large, 6'5" and 300 pounds of solid muscle with a tan born of centuries in the sun, sun-bleached brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing worn jeans, a red flannel shirt open over a plain white. I wasreally wanting to get to tracking that chicken thief, because my half oftwo hundred bucks would be just thing to take Louise and Ann to themovies this weekend with a bit left over. Don't get me wrong here; we weren't going to beat up anyone or anythinglike that. As long as we found out who did it and told the Sheriff, thatwas good 'nuff for me. Besides, if we just returned that rooster OldJosh might think we had stolen it to start with. No Siree Bob, tellingthe Sheriff was good. It also lets me get the couple of inches behind my balls into play. A dozen more well placed strokes and she was there. “Oh-Oh my-gg—od!! I'm C-Cummmingg!!!” Her ass left the table as she rode my shaft, slamming her crotch against mine. Her G-spot emptied as the fluids rushed around my shaft and drenched my balls and her ass. A true squirter , she continued to cum for another half dozen spurts, slowly backing down as her orgasm abated.. Not satisfied with one, my hips found another gear,.