"It had gotten boring," I said as an explanation, even though I did not owe him one. I hated to admit it, but I kind of missed my old routine. I wasn'... much of a babysitter. I for sure wasn't going to sit around in one place explaining to war criminals they couldn't visit McDonald's. Of course I would be happy to send out for a big Mac. I couldn't believe Martin asked me to baby sit these assholes.I found time to go over to the cabin that pretended to be a gym from time to time. One of those. ”Sam felt her wolf side perk up. She could feel her muscles start to expand at the very idea. Leaning forward, she said in a low voice, “Say that again.”She saw Tess’s pupils dilate at the shift in tone. “I want you to mount and fuck me like you’re trying to put puppies in me--!”Sam was on her feet with her hand around Tess’s throat. She pressed the smaller redhead against the wall with enough pressure on her neck to assert dominance but not enough to hurt. Hands and feet shifted and grew thick. Time well spent with the kids - and all the frustrations of the week were gone.The best part of the feeling was I would not need to go to Washington for at least another week.I was looking forward to going to Thimble Shoals Pirates Bank on Monday. I wanted to see if the Bull had any money stashed there. In fact I was looking for any Central Americans with large sums deposited there.On Monday Jenny, Vicky and Ching Lee made the trip to Mexico City with me. It was a media frenzy that I did not. His thumbs disappear again and again, until Ron's rocking into the touches, his moans muffled by the bedding pressed against his mouth.Harry finally takes pity on him and leans forward to press his face into Ron's crack. Hermione catches the flash of Harry's tongue as it presses flat against Ron's pucker, and the hand that isn't tangled in Ron's hair grips her cock at the sight.Ron curses as Harry works him open. Hermione watches it with as much detachment as she can manage. Watching them.