“Clothes always get in the way of me advising you.”She dropped her outfit and cooed, “Yeah they are so bothersome.”He pulled her close, kissed...her deeply, as his fingers toyed with her swollen nipples.She giggled, “You know you are corrupting you parishioner.”“Am I?”“Yeah, keep it up.”He laid her on the desk and kissed her from her ruby-red lips downward. Sucking and teasing each nipple till Cindy begged for him to go lower. He sat in his chair, spread her legs, and inhaled her intoxicating. Then she saw him come in the shop. She didn’t notice the faint look of surprise on his face as he noted her clothing choices for this evening. She wore a white blouse, with a few buttons unbuttoned, a short black skirt which was a little longer than mid-thigh, and a dark red sweater that would’ve shown skin but still left something to the imagination. The only piece of jewelry she had on was a silver necklace that had three rings with words written on the outside of each. She didn’t even know. I won’t have time to hunt tomorrow, and then we’ll be out of your territory, but I can give you more food before the others wake up. You’ll need to go after that. You don’t want them to see you, do you?”He stretched his forelegs out in front of him, his rear sticking up with his tail wagging.She shook her head, wondering if she knew enough about how wolves hunted to give him some tips.The morning after they’d arrived back in Tyrsall, Treya woke to the sound of the door opening. As she sat up in. There's something in her voice that makes me think she's really enjoying this whole thing way too much. I'm not sure if it's the power she's wheedling or the heavy dose of humiliation she's dishing out. So I'm sitting there, staring up at her like an idiot, like a deer caught in the headlights."Well go ahead I'm waiting!" She nods her head towards my lap.I'm frozen. I'm afraid to move and I'm afraid to say anything. I'm thinking this must be a trick, some kind of 'Test' or something. You know.