Angela bent over and brushed her lips over Brigitte's, then walked away with a lilt in her step.

"Damn, two possibles already," Quinn said.

"And, from two different angles, Master," I said. "So we need to consider possible submissives as fair game. The pack may not even need to pay for puppies with Angela."

"Then expect to be kept on a leash constantly, slut."

"Yes, Master. Can I say it's quite arousing to be on your leash?"

"You don't need to tell me. I can smell you, Slut. I can smell both of you."

"It's nice not having to pretend, sir. That you can tell exactly how you make me...