Before this he has never seen two girls getting it on, and least not in real life and right before his eyes. And now, Missy begins rubbing Sylvie’s ...unt over her pants. Tingles shoot through the girl’s body at the feline girl’s touch. It’s not just the touch either, it’s the fact that it’s the touch of a house cat that is only supposed to be a cat, and it’s the whole naughtiness of this. Missy’s fingers undo Sylvie’s button and slowly pulls down the zipper.The cat girl grabs and tugs the pants. I hurriedly do so all the while nervous as you reach for the belt that is ever present in our chamber. “Why would you defy me this way, what were you thinking slave? You were certainly not thinking of your Master, were you?” Whack! The belt lands on my ass and I flinch involuntarily and gasp. “You will not say a word or move slave.” Whack! Whack! Whack! I bite my lip. Whack! Whack! Whack! I can surely taste my own blood now. Whack! Whack! Whack! A moan involuntarily escapes my lips and I. The top hung free, ending halfway from underboob to belly button. The strap around her back pulled the material enough on her sides that there was no sideboob visible. Below, she rocked a long, patterned dark fuchsia wraparound skirt with two large buttons buttoned in front. It hung low on her hips leaving acres of bare belly. The right side of the skirt covered that leg down to mid-calf, but the left side swept around her thigh to the side of her leg, leaving the left leg bare in front up to. I could see how the shirt draped and hugged her curves. She got a glass from the cabinet and turned to the sink to get some water. That’s when she noticed the glow from the iPad in my lap. She gave a little jump, but quickly calmed down and finished filling her glass. Then she moved over and sat down to my left. “Can’t sleep?” she asked. “Too keyed up, I guess,” I replied. “How about you?” “I get insomnia sometimes when emotions are running high,” she said. “I was in bed tossing and.