She had no idea what she should do or say next, but that lovely man she had imagined making love with for months was off-the-clock and socializing wit... her for the first time. Was there a possibility that he might want to develop their friendship beyond the piano? After being “just friends” for so long it was difficult to know. When she got back to the room he was flicking through a bunch of her CDs. “I like your taste.” He nodded, put down the CDs and walked back to the sofa. . .. it’s a good thing,” Grace said. “At least she thought you were talking to her and not the kitten.”“I guess,” Hello Isabelle.Greetings human.Umh. That sounds ominous, I thought.Not at all, I approve. You asked the rescued what her name was instead of naming her on a whim.“Sometimes, I have found that cats will name themselves if you let them,” I said.“Just for the hell of it,” Grace suggested, “Let’s take the K5 out.”“You mean, Get away from the coming storm?” I suggested in return.Grace. As im drying myself placing the towel over my wet nipples i say honey are you here i got no response. Tired and horny as i am i got into my closet and put on some stockings and some really sexy panties theat show my pussy . i just hope he comes home before i finish playing with my self as i wish i had a big hard cock in my pussy. as i lay in my bed in my bed my pussy is dripping wet im so horny. i spread my legs so i can rub on my pussy. i lick on my nipples and begin to play with my wet pussy. Too easily distracted by his own self-imprisonment, he must be reminded of his inadequacy as a lover. He must have his impotency played back constantly. I bring our love to a halt as he continues to try to please me. No words are said as he searches for clues to his helpless situation. I get close to my weak slave. With the cold command and confidence that comes from knowing your prey, I whisper a nightmare to him. All of his poorly camouflaged weakness exposed. I delight in his squirming.