RAISING A WOLF, PT.7
‘She’s right where I want her – This is better than that first day at the Inn.’ I thought. Far from fighting me, and not in a numb or distracted way, my new little jar of clay removed my clothes. She even folded them for me. It was a simple walk to the bedroom, her holding my member, while glancing back at me with shy smiles. And now, here she was on her stomach, a pillow under her hips, and I was prone-boning her, HARD. Thankfully, I had pulled the bed away from the wall, but the way I was, on top of Alexis Wash, straddling her legs, my hands holding her arms, the bed was still making some happy little squeaky noises. I really hope the neighbors could hear us. “Does my Pet like …