"So, you're a tights person." Yes".She never saw the slap coming. The pain shot across her jaw, jerking her head back as far as her neck would allow."...es What?" Yes ... Sir!" Excellent. You're a quick learner. So learn this. No tights. Lose 'em now, and never replace them. Stockings or nothing is the dress code from here on."Her ungainly wriggle accompanied her breathless "Yes Sir" and the tights joined the skirt and blouse.Emmet took a step back and gave her a withering look."Next? Drop the. ”“Were you really hurting when you came to my place?”“Yes, Bonnie, I was. Besides, I didn’t know who you were or what your circumstances were. I used none of that to get to your door or get a drink of water. Now, please sit here on the porch for a minute, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”When Bart hadn’t returned almost ten minutes later Bonnie was getting fearfully exasperated. Surely,’she thought, it shouldn’t have taken him this long. Maybe I should ignore what the others in this town think. In the living room, Dominica checked her phone messages and e-mail,while in the kitchen Daniella ate and drank from her bowls, kneeling onthe floor. Such a happy, naked, slutty slave.A cat indeed. Dominica's pet pussy.* * * * * *Daniella finished her dinner. By now her mind had totally shut down.She was a cat. She swallowed the last of the yummy grilled chicken,lapped some more water from her bowl, and did a loooong stretch of herback. She could. Brian held it and watched how it moved. Then Brian said he wants to see how it works on me. I giggled as he sat me on the bench. I had straddled the bench for an easier access. Brian moved my panties to the side and put the moving tongue on my pussy. It felt funny at first, a little too hard and too fast. Brian liked to watch how my lips would contract with the thrusts. I told Brian that his tongue would feel much better, he agreed as he went down on me. Brian licked and licked until I.