I would text her my schedule or any additions or changes and she was always at or in the car on time. The formality of our arrangement was starting to...niggle at my brain.Even so, not having to drive was better than I thought it would be. After only two weeks of it, I knew I would absolutely never drive again unless forced to. My overall day to day tension had lowered. I felt better, my mind clearer. Whether that was all due to not driving, or the entirety of the change in my circumstances, I. She ate the pigs, then watched off her muzzle and raised her wings again, feeling the warm morning sun soak into them. She lowered her head down to look at the slaves that had brought up her breakfast from the farms. ‘I will have breakfast in the house tomorrow.’ She mentally communicated with them. The slaves bowed than scrambled away, desperate to put distance between them and the giant silver dragon. Raell laughed in the rolling rumble of her kind as she watched them leave, then headed back. " Then she gained volume and asked me, "Why, yes, Mister Beard, do you think you could find me a nice red wine?"I went along with the gag, "Oh no, wouldn't you prefer some punch?" I then whispered to her, "It hides the taste of the drugs so much better."She laughed and said, "I think I'll stay with the wine, thank you. You might get your bird a cracker or something though, he is looking a little peaked."She was referring to the stuffed toy sewn onto the jacket shoulder. I had wanted a parrot,. He groaned into my ear when he felt how wet I was getting. He took a quick gulp of his drink to hide what he was doing to himself in a roomful of people.I could feel the bulge in his pants twitch and grow harder as he pressed against my ass. My boyfriend and their father were sitting in the corner furthest from us, trying to best each other with off-colored jokes while everyone laughed along.To this day I couldn’t tell you what they said. My mind was focused on Matt’s finger tickling my soaking.