We didn’t know what to call her so we named her ‘Pussycat.’The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know when we cou...d come and get her.My husband (the complainer) said, ‘OK, but don’t forget to wash her, she stinks.’He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him. My husband and my Vet don’t see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband ‘El-Cheap-O’, and my husband calls the vet ‘El-Charge-O’.They love to hate each other and constantly. “Ingrid was damn pleased.” She noticed where Iwas looking and laughed. “You are one horny boy, aren’tyou?”“You said it would be special,” I leered.“Okay, get your clothes off.”She didn’t have to tell me twice and I quickly strippedall my clothes off, standing before her in my chastitytube. Kimberley bundled all my clothes up and calmlywalked out the door, leaving me naked and confused. Whenshe returned without the clothes, she smiled.. She reached back and poked Bob's chest and almost said wake up. But something was wrong. Too much hair there. She sneaked a look at the warm skin behind her and her heart lurched. Stan had been holding her and he was as naked as she was. Suddenly wide-awake, she blushed pinkly and felt ashamed. What had she done? Her thighs were sticky and her pubic hair matted. Fucked! She'd had sex, but with whom? Obviously Stan. How could she have? Jan and Bob would kill her. Bob and Jan? Where were they?. As the first months of our being together passed, things got figured out, we were with each other constantly, had few tantrums, though he was punished routinely, his need great, my desire compulsive. He would cum if I whipped his ass right,mmmm, made me wonder who was getting disciplined anyhow. Our daily workouts were intense, challenging each other, naked, our bodies ripped, his tits firm, ass soft, sculpted perfect, built for fun. We now boxed with sixteen ounce gloves, didnt want to chance.