.First, some background - my wife's sister, Angie, is married to an Italian whom we will call Larry. There has always been a bit of innuendo and bante... between the four of us but nothing ever happened. We did once all swim together, all in underwear which gave me a hard-on because my wife was walking around the pool and I knew Larry was checking her out. He would have gotten a good look at her panties, front and back, from where he was in the pool. One day we were visiting Angie (Larry was at. I wondered why it seemed such a big deal to both of them. Kat’s hips started moving again. “You have one thing, Slave Andy,” said Kat, ”you have a Mistress. One Mistress and I am that Mistress. You are my slave, and I am your Mistress Pussy Kat.” “Yes, Mistress,“ said Andy, “yes, Mistress Pussy Kat, My one and only Mistress Pussy Kat.” Hold on here. MY wife is HIS one and only Mistress Pussy Kat? What? “That’s right, Slave,” said Kat. Or perhaps Mistress Pussy Kat said it; I’m not entirely. Ranjith started biting her nipples which were erect and had become hard by now. He started kissing her naked body top to bottom like a mad dog. He also had held SU right breast in his rough hand and gave it a twist. SU yelled with pain. She felt helpless. Her resistance was giving away. All of a sudden she noticed something. At her back side along the bed there was a small table and there lay a sharp knife used as her medical instrument.Dr.SU decided something. She lay quite and calm just to. I’ve dreamt of you, dreamt of us, together. I need to know if... I need to know what it means.”Matthias shuddered, eyes wide and mouth parted. “Ari,” he started, shaking his head, “It doesn’t mean anything–“She silenced his protests with her lips, unwilling to hear disagreements tonight. He didn’t respond at first, his body shaking as she pressed against him. Had she misunderstood? Had she imagined the desire felt from him? Had he only ever pitied her? She pulled away, eyes squeezed shut to.