His grey-blue eyes had a strange quality about them. They made her warm inside and felt like she was being put under a spell. He gave her a slight smi...e and her face grew flush. He was bold, she thought as she looked away. A moment past but it felt like an eternity and she looked again. He was still looking at her. She felt his grey-blue eyes take in her every feature and her body tingled from his gaze. She fidgeted in her seat as she looked away again. Then she realized this man’s gaze was. His sheath wrinkled, pulling back from that fat length, throbbing with desire, and the fox couldn’t have stopped himself even if he’d tried. The thick equine musk was too demanding, wrapping around him, drawing him in, panting heavily as he sucked in great, big, greedy gulps of air as if it was even more of a sustaining life-force than ever.“Oh… Stan…”“Shut up and suck, slut.”There was only one thing that the beta fox could do. His lips parted, covering his teeth neatly, taking that thick head. "Yes," I admitted. He moved over and let me slide into the room. I gently threw my package under my bed, and was about to head out with a crimson face, when I felt a strong but gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around, head turned down, until I realized I was looking at his limp dick. I suddenly felt the same pushing feeling against my trousers. "Have you ever touched a penis?" he asked me. I shook my head no. "Would you like to touch mine?" He strided over to his bed, and sat down. Without. But he does need -- well, Vic, he -- he asked if I'd be interested in working as a cashier. The money isn't very good, but -" No!" But why? We do need the money." I'm the husband. Earing the money is _my_ job. You think I'm going to stay home because you can get a jib, and I can't?" But I'd only take it to help out. And I promise to quit the day you find something." You make it sound like you don't expect me to." No, please, no, Vic. I'm sure that you'll find something very soon. I just.