He felt her panties, but couldn’t quite reach her pussy. So he stroked her arse slowly as they walked. On arrival he turned his back to her bunk and...dropped her on it. Chris went to bed and Mal cleaned the cut again and got a plaster and covered it. He thought about kissing it but decided not to. She took her things to the bathroom, which was a shower with a hole in the floor. Mal got down to his boxers and got into his bunk under the mosquito nets. She turned the light off when she returned. I moaned audibly. “Your body says otherwise… I’ve needed a good bitch boy for years now. I have never, to use your human phrases ‘swung the right side of the fence’ if you understand.” “So, I’m the first of what you truly needed in centuries sir?” I said putting emphasis on the sir. I could tell he liked it. He growl/purred approvingly. “I believe that you are finally getting the drift bitch boy… You will be mine and used for my pleasure only, do you understand?” “Yes master sir.” I offered,. Jones and levered himself up onto the swim platform. She tried to imagine herself under him and wrinkled her nose. Her feelings on that were crystal clear.The only man who was going to be doing that to her in the foreseeable future was her Uncle Bob.Bob felt like he was walking on eggshells all morning. He knew Mandy meant it when she said she was fine, but she was just sixteen, and had no idea how complicated her emotions could be.At lunch, though, she blew him a kiss and mouthed "I love you,". She was self conscious of her body and she did not feel inclined to show off her body in some ways. After she was ready for work she hopped in her car and took off. She drove at a leisurely place through the hills around her house into the small town. She enjoyed the mountains during the day but at night they were dark and rather foreboding, she always tried to get home before dark. She stopped off for a coffee before heading into the shop to start her shift. She got in right on time, punched.