Care to tell me more about him?" I state in a normal, calm tone. "Well, his name is Storm. He's intact because I had plans to breed him, but those wen... awry." She tells me, almost in a disappointed tone. "He's a wolf-German shepherd mix. Very nice boy." She says proudly. Although my disgust for her grows. She's just another backyard breeder who thought it'd be cool to have wolf puppies. "Sounds like my type of dog, when can I come get him?" I ask, anxiously. "Right now if you really want." She. ” Do you have family to catch up to? Time for a drink, a coffee? “Clark, I live about a mile from here. Come to my home, do you have a wife?” I do, she’s not here, back home, busy. “Clark, I live alone now, my grandson is here at the Citadel.”Five minutes after sweet tea at Julie’s house and before the glasses were empty, we were on her sofa, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth and teeth and lips, and my hands were inside the back of her blouse, already tugged from her skirt. Forty plus. Now I was so glad she had chosen to wear that little halter top, as it easily pushed to the side, and without anything else underneath it, my fingers found her hard little nipples. Her breasts were much bigger than I thought. She was at least a solid B cup, and so firm and smooth. I closed my mouth around one nipple and started to suck. Wendy let out a little gasp. I asked…“Is this what happened next?” and closed my mouth around her other nipple.She giggled and said “No…”I stopped and asked. Kind of like someone else I know," he joked.The Dom gave a low laugh. "Flattery will get you anything you want. So, where is she?"Damon nodded with his head at a door she had assumed was a closet."Really? Is she in there?" Yes. At least, she should be. I told my manager to put her down for the night." Oooh, goody. Can I see?"Damon looked at her. "Why? You want some cunt? Don't you get enough with all those girls you have?" No, silly. I just want to see how you keep her so hot and pliable. I.