I was back at the "The Panting Duchess," the club Bob took me to, and the women from the place attacked me.It seemed so friggin' real to me then and n...w. I was feeling naughty, well, really sluttish, ya know and had dressed the part. A lacy white push-up Patricia demi-bra with low plunging front from Victoria's Secret showed off most of my tits and made me look and feel like a tramp. I never dress THAT way! I remember there was the waitress who 'jacked Bob off along with two other girls I don't. RP just stood there and watched those three broads run amuck.The dames didn't act like they were paying attention to each other, but, sure as shit, they saw everything that was going on with the other two bitches.When A got her skirt up an inch or so higher than B, it was like no time at all before B was up 2 more inches, and fucking C beat all three of 'em soon as she saw what was happening. RP got to look at three of the biggest money broads in Hollywood with their dresses pulled up around. You were born a wolf, but its tradition for the newborns to be raised with humans, to learn to love and have compassion, and not be completely brutal like our ancestors were.” “I don’t…" “Your human parents never told you, they were supposed to. I sent for you late and that is why you can’t remember and you almost died.” “Died?!” Vincent felt like he was giving her the wrong information to start with. So he started with when her parents came to him. “When your mother was four and a half months. He then had her sit in his lap so he could kiss her and play with her mature white breast.I sat down in my chair as I watch these 2 older white women being fondled by two young black men.As if on cue the two white women both got up at the same time and led their young black lovers to their respected bedrooms. As both young black lovers pass the bedroom door they made sure it was opened all the way for me to hear and view. Of course I made my way over to watch my wife. I still can grab a peek of.