From it she pulled a pink shopping bag, emblazoned with the nameof a local woman's fashion boutique, and tossed it to me. "Getdressed, then start your...elf on the bike. I'll meet you wheneverI feel like it. Understood?"I nodded.Before I could take more than a few nervous steps, she asked,"By the way, what colour T-shirt did you bring today?"Distracted by thoughts of what might be in the pink shoppingbag, I actually had to think about what I'd packed that morning.Finally, I answered, "Grey. Light. Usually they came to her room only in the hours when she wasn't really sleeping.The door had only opened a crack -- just enough for her to see that it was Jonas Stillwell standing there, silhouetted against the lighted hall as he turned to pull the door shut again.She lay there for a long time, wondering why he had looked in on her. Could something be happening out there that might make it easy to escape now? It just wasn't routine for anyone to look in unless they were bringing food,. The taxi arrived and Julie slid in the back seat, the leather felt good on her legs as her skirt rode up, she liked the feel of leather it was a huge turn on for her. It took about 15 minutes to travel the distance and Julie wondered how things would go, she didn’t go out on her own these days, MEN, selfish bastards she thought. Julie climbed out of the taxi, as she looked up she saw a man looking at her, damn she thought, he’s attractive. She followed his gaze and saw that he was looking. Kat apparently knew what she had to do. Once again I admired the way she moved towards me, rubbing against my legs as cats do. She even purred. The only thing missing to make the illusion perfect was a fur, but her smooth, silky warm skin more than just made up for that.I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by the first lick of her tongue. But when I felt her lick my inner thigh I couldn't help but flinch and look at my Mistress for guidance. Which shouldn't have been necessary. I knew what I.