"Hurry up. We eat at six, but he'll be back before then. If you don't hurry, you'll miss him." But why are you doing this?" Caitlin asked, as Joyce gr...nned."Oh, you will be wives, soon," Arlene said, as if that explained everything. "Now get your butts up and hurry," she finished, pulling Caitlin, vehemently denying that she was going to be anyone's wife in the near future, out of bed and ushering her toward the bathroom as Jennie did the same with Joyce.A few minutes later as the women were. Despite my father's best efforts, I didn't fit in. I couldn't, being a cat among wolves; I learned that lesson early on. Not to say I didn't have friends. There were a few humans in the town the pack ran, as well as a few oddball wolves whose respect I'd won and who didn't care about prejudices.I was constantly in fights, hence the scars and, eventually, the Alpha decided I couldn't stay anymore. Those that didn't like me (which were many) were dead set on my non-existence, whether I am gone or. Wearing stockings, after so many years, and tie the garters gave me a great emotion. So it became quite usual for me to see my legs with nylons during sex….I was anyway a”male" fucking her. But she had an active and dominant nature, and she had something else in mind.One day she told me that she had some small ”ass problems”, but she was sure that I would have made a nice blowjob to her. Before I could reply, she pushed me down and told me "come on, knee ..." and started fucking my mouth.She. Bryn was wearing something a bit flirtier, white and blue. Nadine was severe in charcoal. Her auburn hair was twisted up into a power bun. She looked fierce. There was a power in these women, a power offset by the chokers they all wore. I would’ve sworn that Bryn’s was actually a dog collar. Napoleon wore its duplicate.“You’re letting your hair grow out?” Lewis was closer to me than I had expected. He lifted my hair in a friendly gesture I could not attribute to the Lewis I knew.“Oh, yeah, I.