Darting to the side near the wall, he cautiously looked back toward the mirror. Seeing no reflection, since the angle was wrong, crouching low, he cau...iously crept along the wall toward the mirror.Thinking the other cat must have gone toward the bedroom door, he eased cautiously along while the women waited, barely daring to breathe. As he passed the mirror, he sensed movement alongside himself. Spinning toward the intruder, he prepared to do battle with this strange-appearing cat. But the cat. ON MY DAYS OFF, I LIKE TO CHILL AT HOME, CLEAN A LITTLE, PARTY A LITTLE, AND RELAX MY WAY. THE WAY I RELAX IS, I WEAR LINGERIE. PANTIES, STOCKINGS, GARDER BELTS, TEDDY'S, MINI SKIRTS, DRESSES, LACE TOP ANKLE SOCK AND HEELS. I LOVE CROSSDRESSING. I LOVE TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE MY SEXY SHAVED LEGS WRAPPED IN THIGH HIGHS. I GET A HUGE TURN ON. THE SAD THING ABOUT IT IS, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO SHARE IT WITH ANYONE. AT LEAST THE RIGHT ONE. SOMEONE WHO WILL NOT JUDGE ME, BUT SOMEONE ONE WHO. He poked his head back out the door to see if his wife's car was outside in the driveway. It was. He turned back around only to catch a glimpse of something black and shiny that resembled a human throwing a black shroud over his head. He went to flailing his arms trying to hit and fight back, but hit nothing but air and the door behind him. He then felt someone grab his right arm, clasp something around his wrist and put his arm behind his back. He tried with his left arm to hit the person. “Leave it in place, I wish to see how long the clockwork mechanism will last for,” Lady Margret decreed.The girl’s eyes opened wide in disbelief when I pushed the engine up into her again; it slid easily into her vagina, and to further demonstrate its potential, I pushed it as deep into her body as her cavity would permit.The servant's grip intensified almost to the point of hurting me, the flow of her vaginal fluids became a near flood, and I struggled to grip the engine. Then, her body could.