‘You must be hungry, sweetheart,’ Anissa murmured to her cherished pet. ‘Don’t worry, darling. I didn’t forget to buy you food.’ Anissa wa...ked over to the pantry, Cat still held firmly in her arms, and opened the doors. The pantry shelves were lined with row after row of cat food. ‘So, Cat, what will it be today?’ Anissa asked, then paused as though to give the cat time to answer. ‘Do you want lamb, or chicken, or tuna? Ah, you want some of that new salmon dinner, don’t you, baby?’ Anissa. " Better than nothing... "Mmmmmm," she sighed, running her hands up and down his narrow flanks as he lay atop her. "Ed, dere's a buncha t'ings Ah ain't..."Ed interrupted, chuckling. "There's a bunch of things I ain't, too! Le's lookit the stuff you are -- that bein' about the finest piece of pussy I ever stuck my dick inta!" Dat's nice... Yo' be 'bout da only one evah really went at it, serious! An' dat's sho' nice..." Velma sighed. "Looka here -- Ah'm spoilt, now..." Meanin' what?" Ah gots ta. Running my hands down your body, my fingers caress your belly before coming to rest on your thong again, where they trace the outline of your sex. The material is hot and damp under my fingers and another moan escapes your lips as I lightly finger you through the material. I go to the table and select a short whippy cane from the rack and return to stand in from of you. You are kneeling now, your face downcast in the classic pose of submission. Your hands are by the side of your legs palms. Jennifer must really be a bitch boss. I wondered how Edsel had lasted."So what is the heads up?" I asked."She filed the restraining order at 4PM yesterday. It will most likely be served this morning, since it is a domestic violence with injuries requiring medical treatment at the emergency room, it will get a priority," she informed me."Okay I got it. Thanks for the heads up," I said even though I didn't need it. I was being polite."Also Ms Stone, she would like you to have Mrs. Timmons at the.