. to you? Kitten?" Kitten is an endearment and part of Kathryn, or Katie." "I like it when you call me Kitten. It's nice." Kitten it is then."She move... in closer and put her arms around him, as though she would awaken in her dark gray cell at any minute. As he drove the almost five hundred miles to Salt Lake she fell asleep, however still hung onto him for dear life. It was going to take them at least seven hours to get to Salt Lake City, and he would have to stop for dinner and more fuel. He. After a couple of attempts drops her arse back to the floor ... The dog shuffles up a little further, still looking for her pussy ... And an alternate idea occurs to the Scouse slut ... She sits up a little, supporting her weight on one elbow... “Come ‘ere...” she gasps as she reaches forward with the other hand to take hold of the ever growing canine cock infront of her, then brings her mouth toward it, licking her lips and checking that the camera is still on her – as if it would be anywhere. She inched down the hall, with her back to the wall opposite Krinan, stepping over an outreached hand. She then ran down the hall and round the corner to her office. Dahra tried to open the door, but her hands were shaking so much that she fumbled the latch. On the second try, she managed to get it open. There was no body in her private room, of course. For that, Dahra was grateful, she didn't think she could take sharing her office with a corpse.Dahra sat down at her desk, numbly, and realized. Sound sent her jumping out of her introspection. It was the familiar grate, click, snap of a key opening the deadbolt. But it was 12:43 PM, and Jon was at work; who the heck else would have a key? Was she about to meet a paramour of his? Had someone stolen his keys? Would—Jon Stanford walked through the door.For a moment there was dead silence as they stared at each other.Jon could feel his heart thundering. He had not slept well since the day she left and to his tired eyes she was the most.