I came five more times without even touching me; he has this effect on me. I can cum on commend now, something which I never thought possible. How doe... this man know my body better than I do? He laughs at how easily I cum, trembling underneath him. Then he moves us to the kitchen table, I’m instructed to bend over and spread my legs wide. Grinning to myself as I think about his cock head teasing my ass but he comes up behind me and lays his belt on the table. “How many times can you slap that. Overall it was basically the same stuff I wore most of the time. Easy on, easy off, easily trashed with no regrets if it became necessary to strip-down so I could Change into another form. Usually mythical, since I didn't want to be mistaken for some escaped zoo creature. Always fearsome, since that was the whole point. And frequently scaly, because ... well, scales rock. Hey, I'm not called The Dragon for nothing.The bane of being barefoot at the beach is hot sand and sharp seashells. Neither. And she had said, right at the outset, that she would not allow anything to jeopardise that."OK Clare, we'll tell him"How do you think he's going to react?" That's a good question, Clare. I suspect he'll have mixed feelings. He'll be genuinely happy for us, of course, but I think he'll also be sad, because it means he won't be getting to shaft you anymore. But that was the deal; his role was to get you pregnant; I didn't offer him a bloody season ticket!"Hearing my irreverent comment, she. Scuffles came into the room. His orange fur couldn't obscure hisstudly appearance, and his twelve inch erection was bright red."Holy shit, what the hell?" said Marie.I didn't know what her problem was. I mean it was her catboy, after all."W-what is that?" Marie said."Dammit, he's your catboy. You've had him for years," said Emily.Emily's efforts had gotten me nice and wet. "Hell, if you don't wanthim, I'm ready for him," I said. I went over and scratched him on hishead. He purred and.