The air filled with the wet squelch of fingers plunging into hot cunt. Nathalie trembled, her snatch squeezing down on my fingers over and over. Her s...all breasts barely jiggled because they were so firm. The opposite of Aingeal's soft, rippling mounds. The slightest tremble had the faerie's tits heaving.“Yes, yes, yes,” I yowled, my purr rumbling out of my throat. “Ooh, that's so good. I'm going to cum so hard on your fingers, Mistress Aingeal!”“Good, you little catgirl slut,” purred the. She was wearing a light gray sweater with sleeves too long for her small arms and a light pink pair of track pants. With the way she was huddled, you would have thought she was trying to absorb the heat from the computer.Yet, she looked completely adorable ... and delectable. I quietly took off my shoes, although the cold floor bit into my sock-clad feet, and snuck my way behind her, avoiding her line of sight.The first inkling of my presence that she had was my hands being placed softly right. It was mostly Peter, with Talia answering when needed, or when asked directly to say something.She remembered him asking if she was sore, and she nodded, and he said “I thought you might be. That was quite a day, wasn’t it? Again she nodded, repeating his words “Quite a day”.They talked a little about how things should be and he asked if she had anything she needed to say.She shook her head, still a bit quiet and uncertain about all of this.“While I appreciate the view that greeted me this. Nicole’s masks is small, just covering her eyes and cheeks, but she puts it on dutifully.Nicole feels a strange shift in her as she ties the mask on tight. Her heart slows down from its race, her breathing calms and deepens. Her hearing mellows from the high whistle of her own thoughts. When they reach their first window, she’s stunned and yet somehow, prepared for it. A woman is bent over, being taken from behind as she arches upward. She’s wearing a dog collar and the man behind her is.