As Skye groped her boobs roughly, Anya thrust a second finger into her snug tailhole, pushed them both deep, and came, squirting and crying out as she fought against the Wolf's hold. Afterwards she went utterly limp, weak as an exhausted kitten and making blissed out little noises as she snuggled against her new top.<br/><br/>"I like watching girls do things. Kinky things. Evil things."<br/><br/>= = =<br/><br/>Junior showed up the next morning while Skye was figuring out breakfast and Anya was in the shower. He brought a laptop carrying case with him and, for him, was dressed down--the loud Hawaiian floral print shirt, worn jeans, and sunglasses were not what the Jackal normally wore.<br/><br/>"Skye," he nodded. "Brought something for the kid."<br/><br/>He hefted the laptop case.<br/><br/>"Not quite the bleeding edge, but she might get some use out of it." He paused. "Call it a peace offering."