“I thought so,” he murmurs. “Damn, you are fucking sexy and what you did was even sexier.”“It was spur of the moment,” she offers.“I bet...it was,” the man says grinning. “Can I buy you a drink?”Tabitha picks up her glass and shakes it in the air. “Still drinking this one.”“That’s alright, I get your next one,” he says. Then he offers the girl his hand, “I’m Slade.”“Tabitha,” the teen says taking it and shaking it lightly.They begin chatting, Tabitha explaining that she is here with her. As she had promised, my collar awaited me upon a nail above a chair upon which lay my kitty ears and a note addressed to me. Since Kittens can’t read notes, I opened that first, reading through it quickly. I should point out that my owner had been kind enough to leave my water bowl in the shade in case I got thirsty. The note read:Dear Kitten,I regret that I have a prior arrangement this evening and have had to ask the neighbors to look after you in my absence. Wait where you are and someone. There’ll be two or three mags, depending on their size, laid flat on the table, and then another two or three propped at the back. Sometimes I have to use an ironing board as I’ve assembled so many mags I want to look at as I go into perv ecstasy. When they’re all laid out, approach the table, stiff knob waggling, talking to the girls like a real pervert – “look girls, wanker’s here, pervert wanker, I’ve been wanking on all you lovely girls, posing and showing your lovely bareness and now I’m. I reach around you and push your pussy lips apart with my left hand, while I slip the fingers of my right hand around my clit, running it around the creases your lips make, fucking your cunt. I avoid your clit until you’re almost screaming with frustration. When I finally finger your hard little clit, your legs weaken and your cunt muscles tighten; you can’t breathe it feels so good. Your pussy quivers, it’s hot, impaled on my cock. Getting fucked in the bar makes you feel so sluttish,.