.. and me holding a seam ripper. You watch over your shoulder as I tear out the seams holding the back panel of the dress, and toss the material aside... leaving your ass and thighs nicely framed by the remaining material. I step back to admire the tableau, then I remember the flogger that I was carrying. You watch as I pick it up, giving the air around you a few strokes to warm up, then I step behind you, out of your line of sight. Then silence... And more silence... one minute... two... five.... He had lived two streets over from me when we were teens, and we had been very close. Kenny would drive past my house in his midnight blue Chevy Nova and turn around at the end of the street. I’d race down from my bedroom and out to the street and we’d sit in his car and talk or we’d ride around our small town and talk. Kenny always told me I was easy to talk to. I always thought he was easy to listen to. The shame of it all was that we had drifted apart as adults. He closed my wallet without. He looked up from between my legs. In this moment I realised that there was a difference between knowing, that you are getting fucked by a werewolf, and seeing it. Seeing him come over me, his huge cock standing erect amidst the black fur frightened me. Now he was towering over me, paws next to my shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock brushing my pussy lips. This might hurt. I wasn't ready. But I kept still and silent. There was nothing I could do anyway. Slowly he probed with his cock, parted. Sure I shrugged, Little arranged his pants on the radiator and flopped down on the seat beside me. Tell ya what Reggie, stand up and put your hands on the desk. I hesitated, c'mon, don't you trust your own buddy? {Not only no, but hell no, I thought to myself} When I took the position he wanted he started running his hands from my shoulder to the top of my ass, he took my wind breaker and moved it to the middle of the desk. Slowly he undressed me until I stood in only my Athletic Supporter.