It was a little wicker basket whose lid was held shut by a small clasp. Julie knelt down and undid the clasp before taking another deep breath and ope...ing the basket. She peered fearfully inside. “Aaawwww!” she cried in wonder. Peering fearfully back at her was the most heartbreakingly lovely little face she had ever seen. It belonged to a little Siamese kitten with impossibly blue eyes and huge dark pointed ears. It had a dark chocolate brown face, legs and tail contrasting with its cream coat. .." as she approaches him and takes his much larger hands into hers. Brett closes his eyes " please Becky.." a soft moan escapes his lips as he feels his hands being put on something soft....."ooohhhh" god her breasts felt amazing. No...stop it Brett! A sinsister smile on her face as she begin's to slide down his body " no Becky please stop this now...I love my wife.." his shorts being pushed around his ankles as his erect cock slaps her in the face.She giggles " I guess he didn't get the. You see, the more pleasure you derive from pain, the more pain you can endure. So when the pain I'll inflict on you will increase over the days to come, it isn't meant to just hurt you — it is meant to increase your pleasure and mine. In the end even the mere anticipation of pain will make you orgasm and beg for more. For that is what you want, isn't it? You want to come, don't you, little slut? You need to come hard and often — it is what keeps the doubts and confusions out; the nightmares and. Her long dark hair, which flowed to her waist, swirled as she turned to survey her wardrobe of “hunting” clothes for this night’s work. She needed only to attract her prey like a moth to a candle flame. Inwardly she laughed, for who of them would seek to share the stories of her conquests? Who would believe them? She had no need of polished, experienced lovers, she needed youth and vigor and freshness. Her greatest pleasure in life came from the success of extracting their essence for her.