You pout and tug at my shirt, pulling it from my waistband. I smile, stroking my thumb against your cheek, then turn and walk out the door so I’m no...t late. You are quiet all day. Even at lunch, when you usually call to make sure I’m eating, you barely speak. You seem distracted. So, I’m not expecting you to greet me at the door when I get home. I’m definitely not expecting you to be on your knees, wearing the wolf ears and tail plug we bought as a joke a few months ago. And not a stitch else.. With me kneeling beside Justine, I know our guy is thinking of takingadvantage of the opportunity presented. I quickly shake my head todismiss the notion, So Everhard, instead, orders me to help Justine outof her clothes. Between this suggestion and knowing which bathroomdrawer holds shears, the opportunity presents for disposal of theoffending garment. It's the right choice: tugging that thing off herwould demand a blowjob time-out; no way for me to remove a tight itemover her head and her. She did as commanded and the moment she bent I went behind her and stuck my dick in her ass aaaaahhhhhh is all came from her mouth. A smile and a sexy look at me told me she is enjoying thoroughly what she is getting. Ahhh hunnnh huuunh were the only sounds in the bathroom other than water falling in the tub. And then she did the most unexpected thing, she just bent and slipped into the tub with my dick perpendicular to the ground throbbing like a vibrator. I was furious, thinking she is. With one swift movement his hand went from my chest to my throat. I was in a vise like grip as the clerk stepped out of his slacks and moved closer to me pinning me against the back wall. His voice not threatening but meaningful '...I watched you prance around like a little show girl, now you pay for soiling my clothes and wasting my time..." I had hold of his wrist in both my hands trying to pull him away from my neck as he increased his grip. Slowly and very quietly he spoke to me '...shed.