Matt growled, still pacing, while everyone else stood in the center. Damien found himself partly holding an arm out, keeping it between Fiona and the ...unter. Vicky and Parker, naturally, stood furthest back, with quiet and unassuming faces. At least they weren’t panicking; Damien could appreciate that.“We’re na gonna tell ye nothin!” Fiona said, frowning and sticking her tongue out.The hunter raised an eyebrow, looking at Fiona with an obvious look of confusion, before she returned the frown.. I was truly shattered in that hotel suite. I couldn’t have made sense, if my life depended on it.She just held on and quietly assured me that she was there and wasn’t going anywhere, that she was back and mine and was indeed real. I must have babbled something about going crazy or ghosts or something. She got the message somehow that I wasn’t sure she was really here with me. It took a while, but I finally calmed down some and she was able to steer me into a chair. She plopped down in my lap. Our breathing has gotten heavier, our kisses deeper, our hands all over each others body. Tim pulls me to stand up next to him. We start to slow dance, being tight next to each other. Tim, pulls on my shirt to take it off. My tits are waiting for his touch. I do the same to his shirt. His hands are cupping me as he held me tight. His hands roaming from my chest to my ass, has made me soo freaking horny, that I'm tugging at his shorts, to get them off. I want to see the cock I'd been. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much, but anything would be better than these hateful clamps.Alexis hands me the highly-exposed white thong-panties from yesterday’s collaring ceremony. They slide up my smooth dry thighs to nestle the string of beads neatly between my open lips and butt cheeks. The largest two beads at the front nudging against my clit, vibrating slightly; the largest anal bead taking the place of the butt plug. Alexis has a similar pair in black, with large glowing black beads.