For the rest of it, well, one got the idea. Who would make the perfect victim for this? Who indeed? I didn’t want to go the obvious route and risk S...m’s life. Who instead, then? Then it occurred to me. Marcus Bozeman, the werewolf. He would be no great loss! The only question was how to get the packmaster out there? Oh, yeah, just grab him and go!“I love how you think, but what to do about the Sparrows?” Clio asked me now.“Easy ... lure them into Shreveport and whisper to the wolfpack there. He can hear me?“Of course I can. I’m a high wizard.”Were a high wizard.“Potatoes, tomatoes.”“Hold up,” the witch says, throwing her hands in the air. “This is all getting crazy. One thing at a time.”“As much as I would like to start at the beginning, I know how much of a hurry Hazel is to get back to normal.”If being a house cat is what you call normal.“Now, now, Hazel,” the man says with a comforting tone. “Being my daughter’s familiar isn’t so bad.”You’re not the one that has had to live with. Spying my thong, you pull it tightly between my cheeks. You let go and reach around to grab my breasts and pinch my nipples. I moan as your cock is pressed into my ass and my nipples send pulses of pleasure to my pussy. I can feel my thong getting soaked. I remove it and you take it. As I stand, I turn to see you inhaling deeply at the crotch of my thong. Smiling I tell you that it’s better at the source. You grin. Dropping my thong, you walk over and help me onto the bed. Positioning me with. It caught me off guard, but I was so horny. He told me he was a very rough top and the kissing stopped there, he then grabbed my by the hair and pulled me down to my knees on the floor. He unzipped his pants to reveal his fat cock, my eyes widened. It was only a few inches from my face, the closest I had ever been to another mans dick, and I could feel the heat coming off of it.I opened my mouth and he slowly pushed it in. The feeling was amazing, this delicious cock sitting on my tongue. I.