She pushed at the cloying need, but it would not go.Of course, he was naked. It was a convenience. Her chattel had to bathe him and move him, lest he ...uccumb to bed sores. She didn’t care about his discomfort, but the sores could kill, and she still had need of him. She should move the coverlet back over him. She should turn away and forget what she’d seen.In disgust, she moved to pull her hand back but stopped. The hunger, though, would not be pushed away so easily. Instead, it grew, filling. “You’re a very thirsty kitty aren’t you! But you must be patient” he said, his voice cracking as he strove to control me. I smiled smugly out of sight as I slowed to a standstill. My pussy or for the sake of avoiding confusion, my cunt, was dripping wet now, I purred a little for effect as I turned round and rubbed my rear end on him. ‘You wanted a cat!’ I thought with an inner smile.He lifted my tail and examined closely how tight the plug was wedged into my arse and a noise escaped his. My wife pulled off my shorts and shirt. I was wearing a teen bra and lacy, black, see-through panties. Tom took the hint and began massaging his cock through his shorts. My wife had my dick hard and stretching my panties by now, and she got up and went over to Tom, took him by the hands, and lifted him to his feet. She then pulled down his shorts along with his underwear and had him slip off his shirt. She then took his hand and led him over in front of me. With her knee, she spread my legs and. "There are two parking spots in the back ofthe bakery, and we only park the van back there. Why not use thesecond spot for a shed for the flour. It will make it easier to getmore when we need it." That's a great idea," Mike said. "I was thinking that your Dad wouldestimate how much flour we needed for a day, and load it into the vanand bring it in with him. But of course there would be days when weneed more, and driving down the street would waste time." This is why we ask you to join in on.