’ ‘Oh, I do? I don’t remember making this bet.’ ‘We didn’t bet I just want a blowjob.’ Bill smiled a cute smile. I looked around and the...area around the villa seemed as deserted as ever and I wanted to call Bill’s bluff so I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed his zipper. I was expecting him to stop me and take me inside where I could change my mind. But he didn’t stop me. By the time I reached his zipper I could tell his cock was getting hard in his pants. By the time his zipper. I could feel Iwas free of the spell and able to move on my own. Everything seemed out ofproportion. The bed seemed like it was a mile long. I tried sitting up butsomething was wrong, as I raised my hand to rub my eyes. I didn't see myhand, Instead I saw a hairy paw. I yelled out in shock, but the sound wasmore of a yip.A monstrously huge Mrs. Anderson came in the room and picked me up,walking me over to the mirror as she said, "Who is a black bitch now, mylittle coon dog?"I stared at my. Tristan's eyes wandered down his body, visibly impressed by the transformation. He was wearing a white tank top, faded blue jeans, and combat boots. "So, are you going to let me in, or are you just going to ogle at my exceptional physique for the next five minutes?" "Hah, funny. You should consider stand-up." Tristan moved away from the door, secretly stealing a glance at Cassius's firm bottom. Cassius looked around the Alpha's loft. He liked the fans that hung from the ceilings and the. " Sheriff?... I talked to the city cops last night. Do you know something?" Mr. Ferguson, what is your friend's name? How old is she?" It's Emma. Majeski. I think she's 31. Mr. Wicks, do you know something?" Ferguson was instantly alarmed."I have to show you a photograph, Mr. Ferguson. It's unpleasant, but if it isn't your friend, we'll save us both a lot of time. This is a photograph of a dead woman, sir."Ferguson accepted the photograph readily enough. "Oh, Jisus... It's her." The man's.