“Yes, Mistress, thank you. May I get up and give you a kiss?”We watched with smiles on our faces as both women kissed and swapped spit for a few m...nutes. “My turn,” piped up Rachel at last, bringing both women back to reality.Rachel went to a massage table and lay down on it. “I need a massage, slut. Come here and let me tell you how I want it done.”“Coming, Mistress Rachel.”“You have a very talented tongue, slave. You are going to massage every inch of my body with that long and agile tongue. However, you pay extra to view those. And even extra for one-on-one video sessions!” He added, getting more enthusiastic as I was getting less.“And they act like animals. Like… a dog.” I slightly scoff.“A PET,” he said, assertively. “They can adapt to personas of bunnies, kittens. Or pups. If you prefer.” He gave me a look.Sigh.“So, the infant version of animals. Right. But, why? And how is this… sexy?” I ask.“Well, it’s more than just the kinky part of them dressing as a cute little kitten and. ’ As they were all getting up Hannah, like the serpent she was, took one last swipe, ‘Oh by the way. Sorrel, you remember the outfit you left at Steve and Cynthia’s’ Sorrel looked at Hannah. She said nothing. Hannah, fangs already in the flesh, injected the venom, ‘She had to throw the thing away, said she couldn’t get Fletcher’s urine smell out.’ Marion, now out of genuine curiosity turned to Hannah, ‘Urine?’ Hannah sealed the deal, ‘You didn’t know? Your girlfriend here hasn’t told you? Your. Actually, I want you, Erik! My body aches with its need of you. When you place your hands on me, I burn deep inside. You are not the only one that feels tormented, mon amour. I may be untouched, but I am not wholly innocent. I am aware of the things that men and women do. One cannot live on an estate the size of the de Mornay's without witnessing several assignations. I realize that I must learn control or I could hurt someone, perhaps, even kill someone. If one good thing can come of Helen's.