Tonight, I’d decided to be a little daring, and had dressed up as Kitty Girl… well, perhaps Kitty Slut would be a more apt description of my ensem...le. I had my ears on, and I’d taken the time to blacken my nose with make-up and draw whiskers on my cheeks. Oh, and of course I had my collar buckled on, or should I say, one of them. Tonight’s wasn’t the cute little pink leather collar with rhinestone’s that spelled out Kitty, the twin tags dangling from it reading Property of Kate and Mistress. Fueled even more by the look offear in his face, I released him from the towel rack and dragged himover to the bathtub, where I bent him over the edge so that his head wasinside the empty tub, while he knelt on the floor outside the tub. Thisalso meant that as I fucked that most receptive of holes, I ground hisgenitals against the side of the tub causing him no small amount of painin the process. This only made him squirm and scream more and as I came,surprised that I had been able to hold it. It felt so free to mastruabte in front of her. I loved it!In minute or so, she grabbed the front of the tub and squeezed her eyes shut, "Oh, OH I'm gonna cum..." she said pulling forward as the orgasm burst inside her. She moaned freely and beat her hips forward with each spasm of the climax. Then she relaxed a bit and reached her hand down and began to rub again. "One more..." she said. I was mesmerized."You do two every time?" I asked her, curious if this was her routine."Uh huh," she said,. ’ His decisiveness only solidified the reasons for not dating him. She still couldn’t help but be hurt by it, though. Her voice shook slightly, ‘I am. I want the whole picture, happily-ever-after, and all that comes along with it.’ Wrapping her arms around her waist, ‘I don’t think that Sean or I getting attached to you would be a good idea.’ ‘Listen, it’s not that I don’t want to have children someday, I do. I just won’t get married again. Been there, Katherine, and it didn’t work out. Am I.