I felt naughty, somewhat bitchy at the dirty thing I was making my lover do to me – but Peter seemed to be enjoying it. I was losing control: laughi...g and squealing protest, wincing at how ticklish I was back there but also gasping at the pleasure of it. So good; so fucking good to have a tongue back there. “Put your finger in,” I said, adding a little steel to my voice. I felt the hard digit move up, a sharp contrast from the soft wetness of his tongue; felt the slickness of his saliva; felt. Katherine held his cock against her swaying tits, rubbing the hot prickhead against her taut nipples and nudging it into the soft crevice of her deep, smooth cleavage.Like some intricate fucking machine, woman and wolves ground together. Katherine's mouth and cunt were interchangeable. Her lips were slurping like cuntlips, her tongue flaring like a clit, while her pussy was sucking on that pounding prick just like a hungry mouth.The fourth wolf whining prowled around the perverted tableau. . does that mean you don't want to fuck?" Sarah tried not to smile as she heard the rising doubt in Chris's voice. "And, um, the blowjobs ... do you, uh, still want to suck me –"It was really, really hard for Sarah not to laugh. Gone was the smug, arrogant guy who'd so gleefully blackmailed her into sucking his cock whenever he wanted ... not that she'd really minded, of course. Sarah hadn't ever let Chris in on her little secret – that she was actually glad he'd made her become his little. Spied the .38 again, but left it be. The mere thought of holding the damn thing was too much. I’d been cured of guns during a run-in with my father’s 20 gauge shotgun when I was fifteen. But that’s another story for another time.”Brookpark, Ohio. 1970. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten.