After a couple of hours, he believed that he had produced something that would pass muster with his boss. Another hour and he would be done with it.Hi... cellphone beeped. It was a Whatsapp message from his wife. Actually, four messages, three pictures, one text. The first showed a pair of calf-high bondage boots, the second a whip, the third a dog collar, and the text simply said: “In 30 minutes”. He groaned. Did his wife have to pick today to satisfy her dominatrix urge? But he knew better than. So we began to work on it.Days passed by, Karthik’s visit to my home was even more frequent. Also, his rapport with mom increased. He began to help her with some kitchen stuff like arranging the vessels and cutting the vegetables. I also didn’t disturb them. I wanted to the see the end picture very badly. So I gave them enough privacy and imagined my mom’s pussy being ramped by my best friend.Karthik got pretty close to mom with his small talks and his sexy charm. He began to take her to the. She squeezed, then caressed them, then rolled them in her palms. Then she moved her hand down and I felt a finger rub through my ass crack and it moved across my hole, eventually penetrating it. She continued fingering my ass and sucking my cock for a few more minutes. I was in heaven and I felt my balls tighten and my cock begin to swell. I was about to fill Beth’s mouth with cum when suddenly she pulled her fingers out of my hole and my cock out of her mouth at the same time. I knew what was. Her hair was the color of chestnut with thin streaks of white towards the front. He could feel her age but also her power; she was a werewolf, but she was not an alpha."Who are you?" Paul asked trying to relax.His body was electric and he could feel his power pushing against the inside of his skin. It wanted out, but he was still in control so it couldn't go any where. Instead it went deeper: to his muscle and bones, seeping into his very core.Paul felt the wolf blend with him but he did not.