Well, she went wild and had an enormous orgasm.We agreed that she should start to fuck him again, but that I had to be involved - he agreed and we set...a date. One week from that day.On the day of her first 'fuckdate', I helped her to choose her panties and bra, watched her shower and shave her pussy, then waved her off. He lives about ten minutes from us. Twenty minutes after she left, i received a viber image of her, naked, in his bed. I nearly came right there and then. I recieve a few more. Just then, as she was pacing around the kitchen, Barnkitty received a text from TomCat. He was going to be late, he could not say for how long, but that she should eat dinner alone. Usually TomCat would say, Love you Peaches, You're my Queen or something to ensure she understand she was his pet, that he loved her, and desired her services always.Without such a loving or masterful message, Barnkitty was upset. TomCat was a handsome man, 6'2 and 190 pounds of pure muscle. She knew he loved to. The pressure built in my futa-balls. That load of futa-cum that might breed her. That would be hot. Like Chloe trying to breed every girl at her college, I wanted to knock up every woman. It was such a hot thing to do.The girl gripped me with her pussy. She clung to me, that delicious twat working up and down my cock. It was amazing to experience. This wonderful bliss surged through me. I groaned, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock.“That's it,” I moaned. “Work that cunt. I want to feel it. My minx is not merely a dog who does as I say when I bark out my orders; my minx is as keenly conniving as I, her master.We begin eating, her discomfort in her current situation is apparent and it adds to my enjoyment of the proceedings. I watch her carefully through each bite and sip, refreshing the volume of water before she has sipped more than halfway into the glass. Again I notice her stealing unsure glances of my face, I see her body begin to relax against her will and the battle has.