They had become very sensitive too. For some time he did not know what to do with such beautiful breasts. He was tempted to grab them and squeeze them...but he held himself being scared of hurting her. At last he made a cone of his fingers and put it on one breast, only the tips touching the base of the mould. He ran the fingers from the base to the peak where they converged over the nipple, which was waiting. Taking it between fingers he gave it a gentle squeeze and a tug. The nipple puckered. "Here kitty, kitty."My transformation was complete. Padding up to her on hands and knees, I sniffed her fingers, forgetting for the moment that I was naked, and then rubbed my cheek against the back of her hand, purring softly. Her giggle was as nervous as mine would have been, had I been allowed to giggle. She let me in, thankfully, and at least the fear of being seen by a stranger was gone. In my last tale, the comment was made that there was very little actual sex involved, something I took. You'll make a marvelous husband to some lucky girl," she said."Since we have water heater troubles, why don't I take my showers at night, and you can in the morning?" That's very gentlemanly of you. However, we may both come home from working out. When that happens what do we do?" Maybe, flip a coin?" I suggested."Or we could just take a shower together?" she said with a grin.It's good that I had already chewed and swallowed my last bite of dinner, so I took a moment to stake a sip of wine. " "Stand straight" she commanded, "eyes looking forward at that wall." Her heels began to click as she began to walk again. Only this time she wasn't walking back and forth, she began to circle around me. Doing as I was told, looking straight ahead, allowed Anna to disappear from my peripheral view as she moved behind me, and then, in a moment, or more appropriately, three heel clicks, she reappeared on my other side. The crop began to whir again as she twirled and walked and clicked. I tried.