Oh, don't stop, you're making me cum again."This became our regular routine when making love, I was so accustomed to my clean-up duties that even when...I was on top, when finished I would automatically slide down until my mouth found her cum filled slit. Becky not only was enjoying all the extra oral she was getting from me, she seemed to get off humiliating me as I performed my duties. Her favorite position was sitting on my face and watching me lick my cum from her, she enjoyed calling me her. According to him, I am an almost perfect mix of the two of them, favoring neither one over the other. He had no idea why I wasn't a Werewolf except that maybe it was because of what my mother was.The Alpha was not as understanding but he had little choice; he needed my father and was his friend. And a smart Alpha heeded an Omega's wishes if they wanted to keep them. Omegas were rare and my father rarer still, having enough power and talent to use his magic through the pack bond to reach wolves. That's all I am, a whore."DeeDee squeezed her tight. "No you're not. I don't believe it. And as long as I don't, you aren't." And if you clap hard enough, Tinker Belle lives." Damn right. Never underestimate the power of a child's redemptive faith. Even if she's thirty."Maybe. Just maybe. Maria snuggled close, lost in the crook of her arm. She dozed off, muttering, "I am not a whore. I am not a whore." Maria heard the knock on the door, DeeDee's voice saying, "Over there." She heaved herself up. In seconds it was slicked up in his spit. Soon he was bent over by the toilet and I was pile driving his ass. Tommy’s reddish white skin shimmered brightly under the rest room lights. With his young body tight against mine it didn’t take to unload inside his chute. But just as we were finishing there was a loud knock at the door. ‘Can you please hurry up?’ A woman’s voice asked. A c***d could be heard in the background. ‘Mommy! Me gotta go potty NOW!’ I looked at Tommy and smiled. ‘Just open.