'Hello, MIster Walters, he said in almost perfect English, you wouldn't happen to have any cigarettes would you?' 'I looked at the older man (rather s...upidly I presume) but answered in his language, reached into my pocket and produced an unopened pack. 'Please, I said, take these, I won't be smoking them. Being he was older than me I took the time to open the pack hand him a cigarette and lit it for him. After the cigarette was lit I handed him the pack with a big smile. As he took a big drag. It was perfect. Now we both knew and it was even better. Later that month I found out that she was pregnant. Her early morning shows continued and got even better the more she argued with her fiancé. One morning I was up earlier than usual, around 5 AM, doing schoolwork. I heard some commotion in the hallway and looked out my peephole and it was her in a pink bathrobe doing laundry. I wrapped a blanket around me and opened the door. She didn't seem startled by my presence because she was too. Sometimes you get depressed. I was really depressed one day and missing my guy. No one wants to appear needy, but I needed him right then and told him so. His response only made me miss him more. He: Be good, and you didn’t sound to down to me, you just need a good nasty fucking, bitch. Put on your heels, bend over and let me slam you. Then get on all fours and let me wrap my belt around your neck and pump that tight hot pussy from behind as I am pulling your head back with my belt, damn that. Like that should even matter.My tail swishing more, I grinned, padding closer to Master’s dick. My claws extended from my fingers for a moment. I felt like a kitten again, staring at a snake I wanted to pounce on and play with. I wiggled my butt.And attacked.My hands seized his shaft in my hands, lifting it up to my hungry lips. My tongue ran up his shaft, sliding past my fingers, and up to his crown. Mistress’s tangy juices lingered on his dick, faint but still there.And so yummy.His shaft.