There better not be any complaints... understood?" ... Understood..." she replied, tears forming in her eyes.The bikers watched as Kimmie approached t...he car, bent over to talk with the driver. She looked once back to them, then tried to smile as she spoke with the driver for a moment after which she walked around and got in the car and it pulled slowly from the parking lot.An hour later the car dropped her off in the same parking lot and sped away. Kimmie walked very slowly back toward the. One thing I don't have to worry about is supporting myself. Suki wastelling the truth when she said I'd been paid handsomely for my work as agovernment agent. Thanks to the MoD's munificence I now have nearly fivethousand pounds to call on, which I've salted away in six separate bank andbuilding society accounts. After a year or so it's possible that I'd beforced to eke out a living serving pints of Tartan in some Hebrideandrinking hovel; then again, I could end up marrying a laird and. I examined myself thoroughly as I did every morning. If I wasn’t happy with something, I would fix it as fast as possible. I was satisfied with my fit and broad build and my fur looked nice, requiring only smoothing here and there. And then I came to my least favorite feature. My eyes. They were bright and cold blue. I didn’t like them, they made me look younger than I really was. Most werewolves like my lost their blue eyes around twelve. Mine had never gone away, and I was already. Clint moaned. His chest rose and fell, so strong and muscular. I bobbed my mouth, saliva running down my chin. There was something that made me feel so... used. I was pleasing him, my new big brother. I was using my mouth to give him pleasure. And that made me feel so wanton. So slutty.I just met him.I just had sex with him.I sucked so hard. This salty flavor filled my mouth, growing stronger as the tangy flavor of pussy dwindled. I made such wanton sounds. Moaning and slurping. My fingers dug.