She was obviously enjoying the fantasy of playing the cat because she now began to lick me. Long slow licks from the throbbing pulse in my neck, acros... my chin and face and to the side of my eye. Not caring for my morning whiskers, she almost purred, ‘Ummmm! Have to find somewhere that my tongue won’t get whisker burned.’ I didn’t try to move. She was obviously relishing whatever she had going in her head with this and the effects were most pleasurable. She began a long series of slow licks. ..''daddy wanting me to say it loud ''and get fuck by daddy''''good girl, i bet cindy has a toy she likes to bounce on ''''yes i do daddy, i jump on my cock toy every night''''show daddy , i want to see my little princess training toy go fetch it''''ok daddy''back with my pink cock suction cup dildo in my hands, daddy taking it from meturn me around doggy on the floor infront of the couch , his legs spread, my ass up ''you are a very very little bad white girl, daddy gonna punish you for all. She closed her eyes and gave the little sigh that meant she was aroused enough for him to touch her. She shifted her legs apart a little more and leant back upon her elbows in the grass, her head tipped back, her breasts in proud relief beneath the blue vest T-shirt she was wearing. Her nipples her erect and showing through the material."Wider," whispered Ben, leaning forward to take one of Kate's nipples in his mouth through her shirt, making her arch her back and give a low moan. He slipped. Past that, on a dirty street whose name I’ve never bothered to notice, was Conrad’s. How to describe Conrad’s? Well, if you’ve never been there, you wouldn’t understand. It’s a small place, no larger than your average one-bedroom apartment. Yet all the things that go on in there could fill volumes. They serve all kinds of drinks, and food too. There’s billiards, dancing, air hockey, video games. I don’t really know much about what goes on in there. I don’t care for the taste of alcohol, so I.