Her body thrashed as she began to cum."OH GOD!" She screamed, her intense humiliation adding to her orgasm, "YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!!...!!!"She could swear that the Wolf was chuckling low in its throat at her predicament, her utter debasement as she orgasmed for him. He kept licking at her juices until she was utterly spent before him... and yet she still felt like she needed something even more. Kristen moaned as she realized that her time with the Wolf wasn't over...The Wolf. If you're not, then you still smell amazing.That's the worst chat-up line I've heard in a very, very long time, she said. But go back to the bar, get a bottle of Pol Roger and come back here, and maybe you can redeem yourself. And I'll tell you how to speak to a real lady, like me.Champagne bought, I went over and sat opposite her, admiring her beautiful eyes and wondering if I could hope to sit next to her, and slide my hand up her firm, well muscled thighs.After chatting for a while, we got. It was bigger, wider."Grams? Are you OK? What's wrong with the lights?" said Chrissy."I'm just sick" came the high wavering voice. "Come closer."As said before, Chrissy wasn't stupid. Her Grandmother could sing Tenor in the choir if she wanted to, having one of those deep old woman voices that a lot of women have who have smoked a few too many cigarettes in their life. Grams had NEVER had a high quivery voice before."So" thought Chrissy "This isn't my Grandmother." She was curious, though. Why. Thankfully Victor came to the rescue by saying, "Isn't that right darling?" He was speaking to Katie but neither she nor I had the faintest idea what he was talking about."Yes, darling." Said Katie, as a slightly drunken Vic went back to his conversation with John.Katie turned back to me and leaned in as she said, "Do you realise that the only item of clothing that I'm wearing is this dress?"And as she spoke, I felt her pinky finger scratch the tip of my cock. "Wow, it's even bigger than the.