An exchange of messages with Eva, a humanities student at the Institute, prompted Katya to set herself up as a therapist. And so, she began to draw he... prospects into the web.Katya ushered Eva into the oak-panelled consulting room she now rented in an elegant inter-war building near the Old City – it was far too expensive, but she was happy to use up her savings. Taking the younger woman’s coat, she showed her to a leather armchair by the long window. Eva sat and tucked her slender, denim legs. But this is more about my mother in law. She has a curvaceous figure of 28-34-28. I have always wanted to fuck her. As days passed, my obsession grew. I would imagine fucking her in various positions. This carried on to my fucking sessions with my wife when I imagined that it was my mil that was lying under me. Those days, our fucking was delicious.One day, my mother in law had a bath and came out in a nightie. It was a transparent nightie and her nipples were visible. That night, I was extra. She watched.She watched me.She watched me as I peered into the debauched and disgusting lives of my near neighbours.She watched me as my sticky fingers reflected the depravity before my eyes, as they slipped between my thighs, as they filled the aching void resounding in my sopping cunt, as my mouth gaped and my body arched, as I slumped splayed and offered, as stiff fingers ravaged my squelching core.She watched me degraded and abased for her pleasure. Invading me, sullying me, violating me,. I reacted in kind, pulling her against me, moaning into her mouth.‘You are such a little slut, Kitty.’‘Yes.’ I hissed breathless. I couldn’t deny it. The ultimate kitty slut, wanting only one thing, desire making no room for any other thoughts. I wanted to cum, to make her cum. I wanted her to use and abuse me. I wanted her to do everything to me she’d ever fantasized about and, mostly, I wanted her to push me beyond what I was comfortable with, far beyond. I knew it was breaking the rules, but.