A small white bundle that squirmed to reveal a head withtwo ears, one up, one down, and a mouth from which a small rosepink tongue stretched and strov... to lick the saltiness on Anne'scheek."Isn't he just adorable, Sophie?" Her eyes pleaded for hisconfirmation."Yes just adorable Anne dear." And the little puppy was just that.Adorable. And in that moment so was Anne. She seemed more alivethan David had ever seen her. She epitomised happiness. And thelittle pink tongue lapped eagerly at the tears. "You son of a bitch", she exclaimed. We stood in silence for what seemed like minutes. Finally she asked, "Just what were you going to do with them?". Like an idiot, I answered "Nothing", sheepishly. She lifted her cell phone as if to make a call, "You'll have to do better than that", she said.I sighed and told her the truth, that my wife had left me and that all I had been doing for the past 6 months was masturbating. I also told her that I had had a crush on her for years. I asked her to. She was pondering the rich array of extraordinary sounds she made, when an orgasm collapsed around her. Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had been stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she sucks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal. It then lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken efforts to breathe, rang in Catherine's. I took a foot and sucked slowly on her toes and watched as her eyes rolled in her head and her smile grew larger as I sucked and licked her feet. After a finished her feet I stood up and grabbed my nine tails. I looked at her and raised the whip above my head and broght it down with great practiced speed. The crack filled the room and made her shift and wince but she smiled and asked for more. I lashed all over her body, her breasts and cunt, her feet and thighs, her ass, arms. Her pussy got so.