Tom came finally both arms grabbing her head instinctively, even gloved in the Falconry equipment. He only let go when he had emptied himself in her mouth, breathing harshly. She was good. Better then he thought she would be.<br/><br/>"Stand up, and here, put on this."<br/><br/>He handed her back the fur. Despite her good job, nothing could take away the fact that she had left her place. But she could ameliorate it. So, the Fur, and not the dress. Besides, he preferred her like this.