”“No man is pure of heart,” said Mandy, who wondered why she was being so uncooperative.She knew a massage would feel good right now.“Nothing ...ill happen without your express consent, then,” he said, not arguing about her slur against men. “And it’s not like you’ll be naked or anything.”“Of course I won’t be naked,” she said, stiffly.“Just a T shirt and those shorts I loaned you,” he said. “I should be able to get to everything I need to.”“I don’t know,” she mused.“I’ll be using the salve,” he. Art grabbed the soap, Matt grabbed the shampoo, and they got to work pampering her; also, cleaning up their mess, because both wolves had taken it upon themselves to coat her in their cum. Something about being covered in their seed was so dirty, and naughty, and primal, that it tickled something inside her, made her squeal and squirm and give her best doe eyes. And if she gave them those doe eyes right now, as they washed the cum from her skin, they’d probably fuck her again.But, enough was. She heard herself screaming as her orgasm intensified.Still, he didn't stop. he kept on with more and more. She couldn't take any more. She was so hypersensitive that every touch was almost painful it felt so good. His tongue probed into her along with his fingers, she could feel him actually sucking her cum out of her pussy. She screamed...She was laying in a pool of her own cum. Her ass wet and sticky, her body oily and slippery. His fingers slid over her skin and she moaned loud. Every touch. I was surprised to see Launa sitting at he table in the kitchen looking calm, her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. "Come and sit down," Launa beckoned. I seated myself on the chair opposite hers trying to hide my anxiety. "What's up"? I asked."I can't do this any more"! Launa blurted out, before breaking down into a sob. "I'm going out of my mind". I shifted in my chair."What do you mean, what's wrong"?Launa struggled to get the words out. "I don't love him Justine, I just don't love him.