” He ignored the rest of her question.Her bladder let go involuntarily and a gush of urine flooded from her. April was genuinely getting worried at ...er predicament. Sure she had been in some amazing scrapes before, but this one was a little too far even for her adventurous spirit. The dog lapped at her labia and cleaned her up. April whimpered and decided that pleading might help her.“Please, I don’t know your name, let me go eh? I promise I won’t tell anyone, I mean, how can I? I don’t know. The next thing I noticed was she began wearing sexy clothes to work: short skirts, sexy blouses, thong panties, matching bras, and thigh high stockings and garter belt, for example. On weekends, though, she still wore sweats and grandma style underwear at home.I couldn't complain when she bought a new wardrobe of stylish clothes, however, because she never spent money on herself. I'd buy new cars while she drove the last one to death. I'd buy motorcycles and boats, all without her complaining.. “Come here babe, I’ve got just the thing for that”. She pushed the dishes to one end of the table and put her left stockinged foot on the table and spread her thighs wide. Then reaching down she pulled the crutch of her panties to one side, exposing her wet engorged pussy lips to her husband.“Come on Mark, just fuck me, no foreplay, just stick your hard cock in my cunt and fuck me, use me like a dirty slut”.She leant back on the table and quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her white lacy. .. right? Wearing the bodysuit and tail that came with it didn't look “right” to me besides, the hole in the suit for it was very tight and it looked good. Every curve of my tight and toned ass was on display and my nipples were erect and visible, plus, there was a hint of cameltoe in the front! I was the sluttiest tiger I’d ever seen! Only I would know I was wearing a butt-plug tail in full view of my son’s friends and I was more than a little aroused. The party was going well and everyone was.