’ ‘What fight?’ I said. He had mentioned nothing of this in the afternoon. ‘Los Gatos del Monte,’ he said. ‘You’ll see. But please, we m...st hurry. Apurese, senorita.’ ‘Wait a minute,’ I said when we were outside. ‘What does this fight, whatever it is, have to do with the Cuban?’ ‘His cat is fighting tonight,’ he said. ‘He will be there, I know.’ Without another word of explanation he started off across the square, and there was nothing I could do but shrug and follow him as best I could. He led. But as she lay beside Tom’s heaving body, his chest rising and falling after his exertions, his salty sweat streaming off his limbs and soaking into the sheets, mingling with the puddles of warm perspiration she had also shed, Sarah knew that this was a relationship doomed. And soon, of course, it petered out. Tom’s visits became fewer and fewer. And then he ceased to visit at all. At first, Sarah felt bitter. Masturbation was really no substitute, although she had managed to acquire some. I felt so wonderful with him and yet I felt so unworthy of his generosity and love. He paid for all my medical bills and he opened his heart and accepted a terrible sinner like me into his home, the home of the Lord and holy saints. I am forever in his debt and I don't know how I could ever repay him. After we went home I knelt before him and shed my tears on his boots. Then I used my tongue to clean my tears off his boots. At first he told me to stop, but I insisted it was the only proper. She groaned a little as I slid my fingers inside to finish the job off. She then turned back around and I lead her back inside.I then sat on the sofa whilst she knelt on the floor beside me and we watched tv whilst I stroked the top of her hair.After a while I decided I was getting hungry and grabbed her by the lead. I took her upstairs and lay her on the bed with her paws facing upwards and started to eat her pussy. It was already so wet and I couldn't get enough of my pet sluts delicious.