Cats don’t like change.”I squatted down to Pickles’ level. “Poooooor kitty...” Over my shoulder I told him, “Go do your thing. I’m good ...ere.”As Josh walked out of the room, Pickles exited his carrier, pushing his round head into my waiting hand, purring. I plopped cross-legged onto the floor, petting him, then thought a bit. I got up, found his water bowl in the kitchen, filled it for him. Gotta take care of the cat. I went back into the living room, sat on the sofa, looking around.It’s. She had no doubt that pain was a fire in his trembling bottom, that hiscries of anguish were real, and that his pleas for mercy were sincere.However, she was just as convinced that, on a deeper level, he enjoyedthe physical pain and suffering, just as he delighted in the emotionalmisery that his humiliation inspired. At heart, she was persuaded, allmen were pussies. They wanted to be controlled, even beaten, by women. They wanted to be humiliated and shamed and reduced to quivering,whimpering. I wasn't all that worried about the Bristol Peace issue. First of all I expected him to be found any time. Then I expected there to be an investigation. I expected Blevins to question me, so I was prepared for anything. I did take the time to cover my digital trail, and that made me feel some better.Peter was my new digital guru. I had him install a system into my computer that was the equivalent of a burn bag. Nothing went onto the hard drive of the computer. Everything got saved on a thumb. I took it in my hand and caressed it. I wanted to suck it clean, but was wary of taking it in my mouth after being in my ass. I opted out.Walking back to my car was difficult. I was painfully aware I had been fucked in the ass, and fucked hard. I had mixed feelings about trying it again. I could feel the mixture of cum and lube between my cheeks. I needed a hot shower. I went into the bathroom at home and got undressed. When I took my underwear off I noticed a pink and white mixture in the.