Fortunately, nobody in your house heard your heavy breathing or noticed the half satisfied look on your face.It was this point between pleasure and pa...n that worried you. You liked it. You craved it. You wanted more, but somehow, it made you feel dirty.Meanwhile, I had just arrived in the neighbourhood, where I had bought a practice from the local doctor who had just retired. It was a small family practice, and that was the one you decided to visit instead of your normal family doctor. There. I told him "Yes Master." After my shower I arrived at the salon. I told them my name and that I had an appt. A woman employee came out and called my name and led me to a back room. She then said "We'll start with your vagina then move to the legs." She must've seen my confusion cause she then said "Your boss told us to give you a complete waxing. So put this on and hop up on the table." I said ok, and laid back for the painful bikini wax. I looked at the job she did when done and I had no. Thing slides out of the bag so I throw the plastic in the corner and stare at the thing left on the bed. It's a suit. A fur suit. But not like any I've ever seen. I can smell the slight scent of chemicals. Latex? Rubber? Hell if I know. Breasts. Distinct lack of penis. It's a female werewolf fursuit. Extremely realistic. I'm hard just staring at it. With shaking hands, I lay it out on the bed on its back. There's a zipper from the throat down to the lower stomach. A very small zipper. The suit. Your head bobbing slowly back and forward as you begin to take inch after inch of cock into your mouth, rubbing your tongue over the head and along the throbbing shaft as it slides deeper inside you. Letting out a muffled moan as you feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down further and faster, forcing you onto his cock as he pushes it deeper into your throat.Relaxing your throat a little to willingly accept the thrusting cock as it is forced into you deeper, trying your hardest.