He paid it no mind and, when he was asked by a healer, said he slipped, and a branch had pierced his leg. He was already on this side of the lake and ...iving in a small village, when the blood moon hit, and he had his first change.The town had been lucky, as he was in the middle of a hunt when his first change hit him. He spent a bit of time thinking about the change and what it was like to hunt as a wolf. He was able to get enough kills to impress the village and allow him to stay. He would. Anybody who knew them, and few did, only knew them as newlyweds. Holding hands was perfectly appropriate; kissing was perfectly appropriate. Going further was for privacy, but it was perfectly appropriate, too. It would be the observers, if any, who would be breaking the social contract. They finally wandered back to the inn.“Swim?” he asked her.“Has it been an hour? I really need to finish unpacking.” He could unpack, too. And they might get in a little innocent necking. It was too soon after. In reality the chalets were converted portacabins set in a row alongside the barn where the auction had been held. Minutes before our race was due to start the freed slaves from the first heat, now fully clothed emerged from the house. They took up positions alongside the track jeering and taunting us with the bacon sandwiches and hot coffee they were tucking in to. Somewhere a whistle blew, I felt the sting of the Master's whip on my behind and we were off. The carriage was light; there. "Oh Jack...," Rose was on fire, " Please... stop, before it’s to late.." Relax, enjoy it.." I shifted my cock right between her legs, " oh yes, come on, enjoy it, Rose. We can have fun without doing it."That’s all it took, Rose started dry humping my cock, " O Jack... hold me, hold me," Rose moaned as her wet little love hole relieved it’s self on my cock.Rose came after about ten good humps on my cock. Her hips thrashing, her breast bouncing off my face as she exploded. After three years of no.