"In the basement," Mark explained, unlocking the door and letting us into the kitchen. I'd never been inside his house before."Why?" I asked, but they...just laughed and wouldn't really tell me anything.I went down the stairs, feeling a little nervous maybe, but not scared or anything. The basement wasn't finished. It looked pretty plain and filled with a lot of junk the way basements are. The washer and dryer was down there and boxes and old bicycles and some weight lifting equipment that looked. They were also loose around her wristsmeaning this kitten had put them on herself.I felt my heart begin to race as she mumbled, "I love you Mistress Mommy," asshe rolled over in my arms. Her pouty lips automatically sought my breasts asshe began to suckle at my bare nipple."Mika its ok, you're safe here," I told her as I petted her long flowingblack hair still in pigtails.I remembered what had first attracted me to her. She had come to the EarthAcademy by way of the Thai House. She'd run away. Les hommes ne peuvent l’ignorer quand ils savent que mes fesses ou mon sexe ont frotté pendant des jours sur ce petit bout de tissu. Vous pourrez vous endormir avec, vous masturber, la contempler, la ranger avec d’autres petites culottes (peut être encore les miennes …). Bref c’est un petit bout de moi qui sera avec vous. A votre demande j’aurais pu faire pipi dans ma culotte, ou laisser de légères traces de mes fesses : un coktail d’odeurs fortes que vous ne pourrez qu’apprécier. Je suis sûr. ‘Am I boring you?’ ‘No… No! Hon, of course not. I’m just a little distracted. Um… that astrophysics class, it’s kind of kicking my butt.’ We were passing through a good-sized crowd of students headed in the opposite direction and I looked around, embarrassed. Uh oh, first fight, I thought, please let it not unfold somewhere excruciatingly public. Maybe I could still head off this crazy horse at the pass—err, or something. I tried to think of a better expression. What was it that someone headed.