She wore bright red crotch less panties, and though her cock wasn't exactly hard, it was thickly firm, hanging down almost invitingly between her legs...Charlie was dressed somewhat similarly, a red bow tie, though she wore no bra. Her tits were bound however, already looking a bit swollen, almost purple with some sort of red sash binding them together, which looked provocative as hell. Though much like Carol had worn, Charlie too wore white garters and stockings, her own smaller cock, was just. She ran her fingers through her soft curls, which hung loose and free around her shoulders, and gave a little sigh of contentment.James cast her a quick glance, and smiled to himself. How he had not seen her for what she really was, at the very first glance, he just could not understand it; she radiated energy.He should have spotted the shifter in her immediately, but he had been so caught up with his emotional and physical response to her, and she – and her sister did seem so very human..."How. He never did when it was the sports pages; he was completely oblivious to everything when anything to do with sort was in front of his face. Even if someone told him he had won the lottery he wouldn't register it."So how did school go today?" His mom asked him"Yeah it was cool. We won the match again without even having to try really, there's no other school good enough around here to beat us." He answered back to her whilst reaching to bring out some orange juice and pour it into a glass. "We. God how she had wanted more and more!!! Now she wondered what this c***d of the underworld was preparing to do to her again. She felt the hips attached to the cock she held, gently sway in a motion that may have been a thrust and she remembered they were not alone this time. Some man whose penis she held in her hand was standing beside where she sat helpless. He was seeing things that should not be done. He was seeing her want them to happen. She wanted to cover herself in shame. Instead,.