That meant, as long as the thief moved very slowly, and always kept at least 3 limbs supporting weight, the cat would be fine. The cat slinked some mo...e up, step by step. The landing was right there... slow... careful. The thief only weighed 145 pounds, at least since the last time the thief had checked a scale.There. The cat became the thief again. The thief stood up, and used the card key on the slide lock. The electronics beeped, and the green light came on. The thief audibly gave a sigh of. Suddenly there was quiet. No giggling. No movement. I glanced over at them and felt a flush of heat as I saw her, lying beneath him in the surrender of love, her eyes closed, her mouth slack. I saw Don’s hips thrust at her and saw her own lift to him. The ingrained and automatic reaction of a woman responding to her lover.Don was looking down at her a glazed look on his face. His free hand openly cupping her breast, breasts which now proudly showed her stimulated nipples. His hand softly. How naughty and dirty you are.” She pushed back, pushing the first half of the plug in, spreading her cheeks wider than even the two fingers had. I twisted it, sending a shiver through her. She wiggled her ass, shuffled her knees back, and pushed a little more against it. It was almost to the widest point. “It’s too big,” she whispered. “Nonsense, slave. It’s been there many times before. Even the red one fits. Should I get the red one, make you take it? Make you stand in the corner with it in. Sam moaned again as she undid her bra, her large tits flopping out. She stepped back and lay down on my bed, the bottom bunk."Come on, Tryn," She said, now clad in only her socks and her skirt and underwear which were now around her ankles.I was so fascinated that I was compelled to join her."Stick you fingers in like you were before," She said, "Only...try moving them around..."I stuck my fingers in and, bending up to stroke the top of the inside of her vagina, I began to rub. Sam slowly.