Somehow, it didn’t feel right.But one night I ended up with this Italian guy – he came over to sell to my company, and I was in charge to deal wit... him. Typical Italian – short, bald, hairy, with a bulky stomach; yet, he was quite likable – he talked a lot with that funny accent, and after a closed deal we ended up drinking and talking about girls. Of course, his name was Mario. And then, an idea came to my head. I offered to get him a prostitute I often call – I told him she fucks really well. “Did she faint too?” I asked.“Yes, baby girl – she stopped moving after both blokes came in her and a few violent climaxes ripped through her. The other guys thought I must have stopped her breathing, but it was just a sensory overload – she couldn’t take any more and just checked-out. It was really scary – we all thought we had broken her”.“What did you do” asked Amy, looking really worried.“Well - we all pulled out and I just held her close until she recovered – just like you did babe. She. I pushed him off me, then got up to lock my door. I pulled my cock out and told him to do the same. The look in his eye told me he knew something more was happening. He sat on the edge of my bed, cock in hand. I dropped to my knees settling between his legs. For the first time I touched that beautiful cock I had seen so many times, had watched shooting loads of cum so often. I stroked it a few times then took the head in my mouth. I don't know who was more excited! Of course he loved having a. Yes,she looked even more interested now, but there was absolutely no fear inthose eyes. Instead, coupled with the already present interest, a kindof envy seemed to enter into them. "Yeah," she said, trying to act asthough this lack of feared response was expected. "It's not magical oranything, I got tested for that later. Apparently it's a strictlymutagenic shifter mutation that lets me change into a wolf." Like a normal wolf or some kind of huge, legendary dire wolf?" Just a slightly bigger.