"I put myself in your capable hands, Sally." Oh come on, Sweetheart! I make beasts into beauties. I make boys into girls. Hell, I could make Donald Tr...ump into Melania Trump," Sally bragged, laughing. "Trust me, you're going to be amazed."I smiled and relaxed, watching Sally get all her brushes and products set up.Sally got her things arranged, then she told me how my makeover would go. "Everything we'll be using is yours when we're done. If you need accessories - earrings, for example, I have. ” Of course that’s the wrong gender in proper equestrian terminology, but “fillyish” just doesn’t work. I still think the comparison between a tall, slim girl and a juvenile horse is accurately descriptive.My girl threw herself into my arms and gave me the hottest kiss I’ve had in years.“Do you know what is different about how a wolf and a horse female mate?” Helen asked.“No, but I know there must be a reason all the Beta wolf males desire your mother intensely,” I said.“It is because the wolf. Tears streak off her cheeks as she sees the third clover clamp raised toward her left breast, slid across her bare skin, snapped shut as he tweaks that nipple. The pain pulses, thumps inside her tortured body. Her mind rages with fear, anger and frustration as she mentally urges herself to resist, yet realizing her arms are barely moving, just twitching as she can’t believe she’s staring at her own reflection, chrome clamps sparkling off the front of her naked body. Leaning away, he. Or three, let me get you out of here and you stay with me…for a while. I’ll help you, try and get you back on your feet, eventually get you to where you want to go, and help you find a job. If you take the third choice and I help you, you’ll be mine during that time. Okay?’ Her lip trembled and she started to cry again. ‘Okay?’ ‘You’ll hurt me, too?’ she sobbed. ‘No. At least, not like this. You’ll be mine, but I won’t ever put you though this. I can see the bruises and Carl talked about.