She studied her reflection in the window of her room. A snub-nosed, freckled face stared back at her, green eyes, curly copper hair, chopped short at her nape. Not bad. She had been trying to get more sleep lately and it appeared to be paying off. She caressed her C-cup Suck breasts, moving her fingers in circles around her perky nipples, so that they poked out from between the fabric of the black fishnet body-stocking that she habitually wore. It wasn't going to be long until the big show and having just recalled her first encounter in the Cave of the Werewolves, she was definitely getting into the mood. Tamara smiled to herself, turning away from the view and back to her room. The mountain-top plane crash that had left Tranny her and Alice stranded in a cave had only been a year ago. And yet now, here she was, living back on the plateau of the Monte de Venus, in what was officially referred to as the Facility, (more informally known as the Valk-eyrie in honor of their fearless leader). Tiny lay asleep on Tamara's bed, the young adult werewolf taking the opportunity to rest up in the warmth of the Facility's living quarters. She snuggled up next to him and flicked on a monitor. There was a perimeter fence in place around the base, but the whole area was also wired for sound and pictures, both inside and out. Not that anyone else knew this, outside of herself and Alice. Her boss had charged Tamara with establishing the base and during the build she had merely added some 'optional extras' into the design. Tamara had always felt somewhat of an outsider but she liked to be in the know. Also, given the nature of this place, Glory Hole it seemed wise to be keep an eye on nocturnal activities. After all, tracking the behaviors of the humans living here, blonde was just as much a part of their research program as studying the animals. She hadn't bothered to mention it to the rest of the party, as she wanted to study them naturally, with no play-acting for the cameras. Ah, who was she kidding?! The Aviatrix had grown increasingly fascinated by sex since arriving here and loved to study how the others engaged in it. She still wasn't sure as to why she had become such a voyeur. Maybe she enjoyed watching other couplings because she had always found it difficult to engage in committed relationships. A confused lesbian in her teens, she'd switched to celibacy during her university years, possibly missing out on a fair bit of what life had to offer, it was true. Following that, ass fucking the Air Force had not been a great environment in which to figure oneself out despite some bisexual experimentation. Then came the Nordic job and her first meeting with Alice. She had loved it, of course, but it had meant a great deal of travel and very little in the way of routine or stability. Not that Tamara had any regrets. Working for Alice had also allowed for some sexual release but with low emotional commitment. Think of it as a perk of the job. Still, to think that even in her late twenties, she remained a virgin was a little depressing. Over the years she had found humans pretty disappointing in terms of loyalty and had never really felt that special spark. Her fingers traced a path upwards Suck along the nylons until she reached bare skin at the stocking tops. “Keep us posted, Selina.” (Funny that they never used that term when Tranny he was blonde enlisted.) Glory Hole He would expend it. I gladly returned the kiss. It was best for her heart, but it would hurt her. I exploded. She told me as she held the foul brew to my lips. All this time she was this shy, quiet cousin, the most timid in the family. Over ass fucking and over, she forced passed the opening, plunging into her pussy with every inch of her tongue.