"I was surprised, but I don’t think I showed it. The game wasn't over after all, I knew, but I was still composed from the drive over. My heart skip...ed a beat, and I asked myself what I wanted out of it. What did I want her to do? What would I order her to do?My throat felt dry, but I found my voice easily, "I thought you didn't have a master." Oh, he lives in Quebec. We're just playing," she smiled. Her voice was dismissive, but her eyes told me to ask her more."So, what does he have you do?". " Umm," was all Valerie managed as she sagged against the back of the machine's inclined bench and seat. Watching Connor walk out of the gym, she was more exhausted by the frustration of being so aroused and unable to do anything about it than by a physical workout.Pausing to collect herself, Valerie filed all the sights away in her mental memory bank: Connor's smile and pleasant demeanor. Connor's taut asscheeks as he ascended from the bottom of his squats. Connor's raised butt as he labored. The beast in question was a beautiful cat by the name of Fluffy. He was one of my aunt’s favorites. I was now beginning to understand why.I watched the animal’s tongue dart in and out of me, too stunned to figure out how to react. I knew I could not let Fluffy’s tongue remain within me, yet the way it made me feel was undeniable. I had never felt this aroused, this happy. But it was wrong. So terribly, terribly wrong. Then why did it feel so good?I struggled with what to do. On one hand. . they had some beer here, and they got us to try it. I had some — I know I'm not supposed to — and Angie had some too. Then she drank something they called 'Jungle Juice'. I think it had some booze in it or something, 'cause she started acting really drunk. That's why I'm calling you, Dad. She just went into a bedroom with some high school guy!" Where are you? I'll be right there!"High school punks parted like the Red Sea before me as I strode through the beer-sodden ranch style on the far.