"Don't be intimidated, Krissy," said Lauren, calming him down and pickinghim up. "You'll have the time of your life here. I promise. I danced herewhen...I was your age."Again he carried him on her right hip like he weighed nothing, easilybalancing his weight on one side and a few bags on the other whileholding Kayla's hand. It was distressing seeing the floor to ceilingglass walls of the dance school, which allowed everything happeninginside to be viewed from the outside as Lauren brought them. Everyone thought it was merely a case of poor hygiene, and the college's higher-ups informed the ladies that their feet stunk so bad that they could be smelled outside the house, and would need to be cleaned immediately. When they washed their feet, however, that rancid vinegary smell simply wouldn't go away. Shower after shower didn't put a dent in the smell, and it was slowly becoming worse. Fearing that something sinister was going on, the college and federal authorities placed a quarantine. "she ordered.I thought for a moment and put the movie Love Story in the machine. Shemotioned for me to sit beside her on the couch. During the movie, Chrisnecked with me. She kissed and caressed my body, played with my breastsand even slid her hand inside my pantyhose to play with my pussy.By the end of the movie, she said, "You really have got me turned onnow, let's make love."She had me lay on my back in front of the fireplace, placed a bigpillow under my behind and got on top of me. She slid. Like that should even matter.My tail swishing more, I grinned, padding closer to Master’s dick. My claws extended from my fingers for a moment. I felt like a kitten again, staring at a snake I wanted to pounce on and play with. I wiggled my butt.And attacked.My hands seized his shaft in my hands, lifting it up to my hungry lips. My tongue ran up his shaft, sliding past my fingers, and up to his crown. Mistress’s tangy juices lingered on his dick, faint but still there.And so yummy.His shaft.