He is fighting the clock, knowing she had a prior engagement not too long ago that may have worn her out. As he drives, he reflects on all that's chan...ged lately and yet how much stays the same. He gets a text from Bee, it's a very late reply to an older message. It looks like she didn't even have time to read it all, she wrote back simply "xoxo".Oh well he's almost home anyways he tells himself, he'll just keep going. For one split second he slightly touches his bulbous cock-head which is. I tagged along with them and was surprised when I saw that mama wolf perked up and flicked her ears forward when she saw me. I walked over beside the pen and she took a sniff or two in my direction, but by then Teecha was inserting her food dish and she lost interest in me."Does she ever growl at any of you anymore?" I asked."No. She doesn't growl at anyone now. I think it is because we've warned everyone to be kind to her and several people bring her little treats. The children especially do. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. I looked too good to be true, with my bubble-butt, my four shades of blonde streaked hair, my pert boobies that sprouted two nipples poking through my thin braless camisole, and my big bright pouty lips. He looked at me and couldn't think of a reason NOT to spank me. "What did you do?" "I flashed my titties to a truckdriver." It was the truth. On our way here at the 'suggestion' of Todd I had lifted my pink camisole and smiled and waved. But Japanese interpreters were in pretty short supply in Baltimore. They were trying the universities and calling around.I thought they might have better luck in nearby Washington, D.C., but nobody was asking me for advice.I was smiling at Nomura a lot, and trying to convey a friendly attitude, but we didn't do much talking. The guy was intelligent, though, and he understood what the problem was. I got pretty good at gesturing things like "time to go eat." It was either that or making a.