To be used, instead of using. To have a man just fucking use me without worshipping me like a precious little princess. I had to know.”He kissed me ...ently and said “Well... what did you think. I tried my best, I really did.”“I felt humiliated, degraded. I felt like a victim... a fucking sex toy. I had no control and you did everything I asked for and more. You helped me explore myself. I never knew I could ever enjoy that.” I said quietly cuddling into him. I added “I have tomorrow and then the. He was sitting next to me watching Veronica’s stunning lips around one of the backfield player’s cocks doing that thing that all the boys seemed to love far too much. I had never been invited to join that that sort of fun because the guys at school had the impression that I was “religious” or the sort of girl that didn’t get involved with such foolishness. Besides, I figured a lot of the boys thought half the time that I was another guy and they didn’t want to chance being thought as “queer” if. Mistress giving me praiseswhen she said I was coming along nicely at being a good pet, and thiswoman touching my arms and admiring my soft skin. After a few moments istarted to get excited and I felt Mistress let go of me but by now I waskeeping still.The woman dropped her hands and lifted my skirt, asking me to open mymouth and take the skirt in my mouth and be a good girl about it. I wasred with shame but I was starting to feel so excited at my helplessness.I opened my legs wider a little and. ”“Well, I was kind of forced to come to terms with the whole werewolf thing last night,” he replied. “Let’s just say that I’m intimately familiar with the concept. So how did it happen? How does one contract lycan...”“Lycanthropy. I was maybe eighteen or nineteen when it happened. Even after all these years, it’s still fresh in my mind. Like it was only yesterday. It’s so mundane when I think about it,” she said, laughing bitterly. He gestured for her to continue and so she did.“I was kind of.