I talk to her, "Sorry but I had to hurt him to try to fix his leg." She sits down closer than ever to me and watches me closely.I feel along the dog's...leg. It feels close to being aligned but it is not quite right. I look at the fox and explain, "I need to hurt him some more to properly repair his leg." I again pull and rotate his leg to achieve better alignment. He whimpers again and the fox jumps toward me but then is frightened away by the sound of incoming helicopters...Present – Zarika –. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure. There’s been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going on, and I’m going to figure out how to get that done this week. And I’m also going to send myself to Masturbation Improvement School. I’m sure I can be. Suddenly Katia is touching me. Massaging me. I doesn’t take long until I realize that she’s mirroring the massage strokes I’m making on Nadine. I’m massaging Nadine’s thigh, Katia is massaging my thigh. I’m brushing Nadine’s pussy lips, Katia is brushing my dick. I’m slipping my hand underneath Nadine’s body to touch her clit, Katia is stroking my tip. I’m losing my mind. I’m getting so hard. I’m feeling so much. Is it the heat of the sauna enhancing my sexual sensation? I’m feeling foggy, as. Caps on her canine teeth turned them into small fangs. A silver jingle bell hung from a black leather choker around her neck. Her top was a black leather lace-up halter top vest, the crisscrossed lacing down the front holding the two sides together tightly. Hers appeared to be a size or two too small though, the gap between the two sides was quite a few inches, leaving no cleavage to the imagination. On her hands she wore fingerless gloves, black with a pink paw print sewn into each palm..