.. you can... NOT... control me..." Really? Can't I?" Frank asked, using his fingers to sway his erection from side to side enticingly.Mrs McCloud fel... torn, felt like she had climbed halfway up a cliff face. At the bottom of the cliff arose Frank's erection. At the top of the cliff stood her self-will. Did she let go, to fall and be impaled on Frank's cock? Or did she force herself to climb, to assert her will, to declare her independence from this sleazy turd? Her arms were SOOOOOOO tired,. A trickle of drool ran from the corner of her mouth and dripped to the floor. It was both disgusting and incredibly arousing."You've got a big one!" she said, voice mostly a whisper. "Bigger than your Daddy's. Did you know that?" Uh, no," he said, then gasped as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. Her hand was cool against his hot cock, her long, slender fingers just managing to encircle him. She began to stroke, and he could only watch her pale hand move up and down, her blue-painted. All these thoughts rattled through her mind as she lies perpendicular to her mistress’ transformed body. In this state Ivy looks very much feminine but very wolf like. Her appearance is the same except for the white fur covering her arms and legs from the elbows and knees down. Then of course there are the claws and canine ears and the horse-looking cock that is transformed from her clit.It isn’t until her mistress places a clawed hand on her head and guides her back down on her thick. "she glanced at my crotch before hugging me hello in our normal way. She glanced again as she pulled away and then smirked. She seemed to be happy that it wasn't awkward physically again. "No problem," I said as I stepped in and noticed her house was immaculate, completely neat and tidy probably the cleanest place I had ever seen. I followed her straight through the house and out the back to the pool. I threw my bag down next to one of the lounges and took my shirt off. She handed me a towel,.