The manwhore
The manwhore“Look at you.” Sasha says looking into the mirror hanging on her closet door. A wolf with brown fur with white hands and feet looks back at her with a smile only wearing nothing, but a robe “You're one sexy bitch.” She turns around and wags her tail a little. She walks over to the phone on the nightstand, picks it up, and dials the number for a male escort service. “This is Sasha, do you have anyone free for the night and maybe all day tomorrow. Okay. He had better be up to an...