Six massive, shaggy brutes with their wicked yellow eyes fixed on the radiant, fragrant interloper emerged from the shadows, the largest a huge midnig...t black furred shadow suddendly swung his head baring his razor sharp fangs and snapping his vice like jaws to the other five growling deep from his deep chest with a sound like two mountains grinding against each other. The wolf, and that he was, caused her to cringe in building terror! Babbling, she quickly shied back toward the now groveling. ”I stood there, almost as immobile as the FUCKUP. I’m sure this would all make sense in another world and time. But presently not at this time and place.I reached out for a chair to sit down, “Could somebody please explain?”My grandfather assumed the monologue, “Sorry, son, but with all that been happening, it just slipped my mind to inform you about the FUCKUP.”I held up my hand, stopping everything, “Ok, we have got to come up with another name than ‘fuck up.’ FUCKUP, Whatever,” This had to. “What’s your problem, bro?” “You are my problem,” he hissed at me, slapping my ass again and dropping his pants. He was wearing hilarious underthings – shiny black vinyl panties of some sort that had a hole cut for his sizeable dick, which was hard and pointing right at me. “Suck it,” he ordered, and there was a part of me that was like ‘No, I will not,’ because the guy’d just hit me and all, but it was a lovely cock, seriously, and it was staring right in my face and flexing a little, and. “I mean it. You can think about that tonight, while you jerk off,” Lupe giggled, “I’ll dress up however you like, be whoever you like. I’ll do whatever you ask.”“Stockings,” I blurted out. God, I was so turned on; I wasn’t even sure I’d said it or just thought it.“Stockings?” Lupe giggled, putting her hands on my chest again, “Okay, good. Good start. Do you want suspenders with a belt, or hold-ups? I have both.”“Hold-ups,” I told her.“Well alright,” Lupe giggled again, “So you do know what you.