She would feel everything my pet experienced, through the filter of Vixen’s masochism.Suddenly gasping and panting, the catgirl writhed, her tender ...oung body overwhelmed by the unfamiliar pleasure Vixen endured. I waited for Kitten to gain some control of herself, and trapped her gaze with the full force of my nature. Like all beastkin, her instincts screamed in warning the instant I released my inner predator.She tried to freeze in place, but she couldn’t hold still. Vixen’s invading ecstasy. In any case, she was now playing with her dildo, which her late husband had gotten her on his last Christmas (he wanted her to play with it while she watched him fucking other girls)."Oh, Howard- I mean, Mr. President, you are fucking me so well- I am very wet!", she yelled for a moment while she played with her pussy.The Secret Service agents knew what was up, and shook their heads, but one of them, a female agent, had the same fantasies about the President. She understood, and started getting. But like I said, my first marriage totally sucked and I was in no hurry to do it again. It took Harry the better part of two years to talk me into marrying him. The honeymoon wasn't even over before I saw the first signs of Harry's insane jealousy and his need to place his stamp of ownership on what was his. He started treating me like a possession, albeit a prized one, instead of a wife. He began by trying to isolate me from any male friends that I had. The most striking example of that was. ” I felt a hand reach between my cheeks and pull the condom from my ass. The same voice whispered in my ear, “Are you okay? I can stop this if you want.” It was Allen, the guy who brought me here. I answered him, “I’m okay. Thanks for watching out for me. You’re the best.” He picked up my small case, unzipped it, and took out the tube of lubrication. He bent down and whispered to me once more, “You’re going to need this.” I reached for his other hand and kissed it. I could here him pop the cap.