We were always a little quasi-sexual around each other. We rarely wore many clothes around the house, especially during summer. I would not usually we...r a shirt, and she would often wear a bathing suit top with very short denim shorts or something. I would look down at her cleavage a lot, and she would often catch me. She would never let it slide either. She was never angry about it, but would never let it go by without some comment, like “hey I’m your sister” or “I should be charging you for. I smirked at her and grabbed the toy, then pumped it in and out of her pussy. She moaned with every stroke I made with the toy, her finger was playing with her ass and she was sucking on her other fingers, making little slurping noises. I watched as her sucked her fingers, licking up and down then sucking violently on her index finger. I went harder in fucking her pussy with the dildo. She moaned and tilted her head back, still sucking on her index finger. She took her finger out of her ass and. Was still getting bred by the big alpha too. No idea how that worked ‘cos females rarely came into season so late in the year, least ways up on the mountain. I guess pussy is pussy, even to a wolf. Amazing thing was watching her interact with the other wolves, an alpha bitch enforces pack law, her mate’s decision is final, a challenge to him directly might well be fatal so it’s the alpha bitch who is the enforcer. In bigger packs the betas often do it too, this pack was smaller, besides that. I stared helplessly."Un petit accident?" Madame enquired, "Where is Phoebe, call for Phoebe, she will attend you my lord," Madame insisted and with considerable embarrassment I went through the door marked "Private," into the whore's private quarters and sought Phoebe."Oh, Lord Blanchforth!" Phoebe gushed as she answered her door in her dressing gown."I'm afraid I had an accident," I explained, "Miss Harcourt."Phoebe cast aside her gown upon the bed, she was gloriously bared beneath, "Such.