This simply would not do. She watched him picked up a pair of her panties in the non-ironing pile and sniffed them. Oh god. How did he know how to do ...hat and the effect it could have on a woman? Her breasts felt as they were swelling in her bra. The idiot was seducing her! ‘I want to slow this down, to give myself time to think.’ ‘How much time?’ ‘Don’t be so impertinent,’ she growled. ‘I don’t want anything to happen until you are thinking of me not being your mother’s sister and I’m. She moaned in pleasure. His brain played it over and over again. Then at some point the image changed. It was no longer the stranger's face in the dream with his mother, but his own. In the dream, surrounded with fog-like mist, he looked down at his mother's head as she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft. He grabbed the braids and lifted her head, looking into her lust filled eyes before pushing her back down again. Her throat muscles caressed him, squeezing the length of his shaft. She. She lived for this excruciating thrill - this electric feeling of being fucked half to death by this powerful Mongrel.This was sex at its most primitive and basic level, and she wanted to wallow in it. He was an animal on all fours, fucking her without tenderness or patience, but she didn't care. His lightning thrusts were so mind-bending it made her teeth chatter and her head spin. She squirmed and groaned salaciously around his thickly dominating animal-cock which was despoiling her sacred. ‘Ssank you my dear…zat vas quite refreshing. You are a lovely patient. I enjoy ven you come to me zo I can cum in you.’ He laughed giddily. As if nothing happened, Catwoman sprang to life, sitting up on the bed. He handed her a stack of bills. She purred at him, keeping an eye on me as she kissed his cheek. ‘You are purrrrrfectly welcome, Herr Doktor. I appreciate your kind attention as I need to lick my wounds and depart.’ She slid a finger between her legs delicately, a razor-sharp claw.