" Just once, I would like to jump on top of the table, grab one of those soft-eyed, round-assed sweet young bitches, and FUCK!" Honey, your wife isn't...bad-looking..." Wife? She's in the same prison. We go to bed, try to do it. But we can't help talking about this project, or that one. You can't turn off the power of MONEY when it coats your very brain. It's the worst drug men ever invented!"She said: "Mister, there's an old, ancient phrase, 'You sure need your ashes hauled'!" She undid his. The reason for the somewhat altered title is I wrote other tale of afeline and wished to make it a part of a small series. As I was re-editingthis one I made quite a few changes but this is still basically the samestory. Regardless of my ramblings please enjoy! The Cat's Tale: Boots by groverHer ears perked as she heard The One's slow lumber up the stairs with thebeat of a monotonous death march. With. “Oh ummm it is so big.” He says. “Then don’t make me mad slut.” I slap his ass. “Oh no my mistress. I will be good. I will I will. Your slut will make you happy.” I push the rest in. “oh my ass opening for you . My slutty ass is so stretched.” “Good slut. I’m still debating if I should take you naked around the neighborhood.” “Yes mistress as you wish. I am your slut to use, fuck, abuse. I am not worthy of you.” I feel sorry for him so I say. “But since your being a good slut right. "Go on and make all the noise you want, Lonnie. The walls are sound-proofed and the glass unbreakable. That is, if anybody was interested in what's going on in here -- which they aren't. They're playing their own games while watching the dog-fuck show."Lonnie Carmel fluttered her eyes open again, and the first sight she saw was the stage. A gasp of utter horror sprang from her lips, and for a split second she forgot about her own misery as she caught the obscene spectacle on the bed. The girl,.