So I closed my eyes and counted numbers 1,2,3,4,5,…. I counted 100 numbers. Now I wanted to touch her boobs but again did not get dare to do this. A...ain I counted another 100 numbers. Now my desire to fuck her overcome my fear. I touched her boobs. Oh my god…. I felt like I kept my hand on a softest mete-rail in the universe. It was so so big and soft. Oh… Ha…Oh… I kept my hand and moving up and down. I thought she will wake up and she will scold me. But even then also I am moving my hand on. .." Oh my," the woman laughed."Lions and tigers and bears," the woman, my mom and the man all exclaimedtogether, "Oh my!" They did that several more times, getting louder eachtime and making me wince slightly in embarrassment.As I watched them for a few more seconds, I noticed that the man had apicture of a lion on his sticker. Then suddenly the whole exchange made abit more sense to me. Since my mom was a Were tiger and the man was a lion,the other woman had to be a bear. But still, it was. When we had finished, she picked up our trays. As she was about to leave, she said, "I'll see you in the pleasure palace. The last one down is a sissy."Cathy didn't want to be a sissy. Neither did I. But, being a gentleman, I let her use the bathroom first and was therefore the last one to arrive. I expected some verbal abuse, maybe worse, for being the last, but Helen simply said, "I'll deal with you later, now it's Cathy's turn." Then she asked me to help her strap Cathy to the 'trussing. Her fangs had the capability of creating her "Children" but she refrained from such depravities for the past hundred or so years because the responsibility was far too draining on her system. There had even been some situations when she had to destroy that which she had created because of the inbred competitiveness of the Vampire lifestyle.Her Romanian fortune-teller close and personal friend Valentina gave her all the satisfaction she needed in human sexual contact without the need to chance.