Panic rose inside me, flooded my body with adrenaline. Sex On the opposite wall was shower, a drain in the floor under it. He grew, expanded. Do other things? No soap, no shampoo or anything, just a towel on a bar near the door. The hair on his body grew to cover him completely. I looked at him and he nodded. Black fur covered him, his fangs shone bright. But he did nothing. I moaned and tried to push against his finger. Warm as the water it was running down my leg. He leaned against the door, watching again. As soon as I had reached this point he withdrew, left me. But he did nothing. Back through the tunnel, back up the stairs through the trapdoor, back to the small bungalow. Left again, not back to where we had come from. Warm as the water it was running down my leg. No privacy. No soap, no shampoo or anything, just a towel on a bar near the door. Not a good time to ask.
