"I bowed down and began licking his dust covered work boots, while he usedthe leash to keep me from falling over. And I did my best to make it good. I...was theirs now. They had reduced me to a slave. I licked Kyle's boots untilthey were clean. When he decided his boots were clean enough he made me turnaround, still holding the leash. Brad was now standing in front of me andtook hold of the leash from Kyle. I was forced to clean his boots as well.By the time I'd finished with Brad's boots, Kyle. “Are you alright?”“Fucking fine, Marcy. He’s just so infuriating sometimes.”“I really don’t think he knew anything about it. He was just trying to give you an intimate gift.”“It isn’t just this, Marcy.” I complained. “He’s always showering me with gifts; it’s not normal. If I say I like something, it magically appears all wrapped up like this.” I held up the box and noted a dry-cleaning receipt fell out. The fucker had the panties dry-cleaned before giving them to me!“Can you imagine what it’s. That would tell us if anyone else was hiding in the woods. If there were any, John and I could investigate in person. I could detect a hidden werewolf now because I knew what to look for. The equipment was available at Hanscom AFB, so that test could be run tomorrow.Dammit, Jane was pregnant, and the fetus was a werewolf. At least, we had rid the world of another breeding pair of werewolves, but the potential of adult werewolves breeding new ones was enough to scare our pants off. That raised. Livvie laughed at this and nodded. “I should hope so! One of my jobs was to bring the cows to the breeding pen for Old Jack, our prize bull, to mount them and breed them. Besides, on a farm, everyone knows everything.”“How so?” I asked.“Well, I mean, ever since I was a little girl I’ve known. I can remember when I was just old enough to go swimming down at the pond, I saw my older brothers swimming naked, and afterwards they all congregated together behind a rock and started pulling and rubbing.