At hearing my surprised moan you chuckle into my ear, both hands move to my hips and you pick me up and sit down hard on the hood of the car, you are ...ow biting my neck, your hands grasping onto my thighs, no doubt leaving bruises, You move yourself in between my thighs, my dress now pushed up around my waist, my black thigh highs and four inch stilettos the only thing covering the bottom half of my body. My breath quickens, my breasts rise and falling with each inhale and exhale. The change in. Tell her the good thing is no one will interrupt the two of you today." Queen, I want to stay with you, please," Katrina said."Well," Lana said smiling, "I have heard that the Mistress has a pet now, and I've always wanted a nice wild cat to try and tame, so okay Kitty Kat, you can stay; just don't scratch anybody, too badly that is." Lana grinned evilly at Katrina and petted her lovely mane of hair."Umm, Ana," Ron said a little nervously, sitting across from her at the Riverdale meal table,. She didn’t object when I steered her to her bedroom. Once again, I enjoyed the thrill of slipping into her bed, her stuffed animals, and the strong scent of her on the sheets bringing me pleasure.When Rory joined me, subdued and soft, she wanted to cuddle. So did I.“I had fun today. Thank you,” she said. Then she nuzzled my neck.“So did I,” I assured her, stroking her back. Her pajamas were silky. So were her pajama shorts when I caressed her sweet ass, the material slipping and sliding over. We'd picked out the car on the three month anniversary of the night that I finally – drunk with ouzo – was so out of it that he had been able to fuck me in the ass. That was his gift to me for giving in and acting as though I was his toy to play with as he chose. For that and for letting him do me that way three times a week, at least.What attracted me most to the car was the fact that it had heated seats, because my beloved husband has no interest in my comfort when it comes to getting his.