It was spotless and looked exactly as it did before Ming-Lee arrived. Now my curiosity was piqued, how did this girl live? Where were all her personal...items? Nervously I glanced around to be sure I wasn't being spied on and stepped into the room carefully shutting the door behind me. The sun was coming in through the glass double french doors leading to the balcony just as it did in my room. Just as mine Ming-Lee's room was painted soft eggshell white. The furniture was black lacquer, which is. He stood up, wondering what Claire was doing here so late. She brought the lights up and he got a good look at her. "Ohhh my, what's all this?" he asked.Claire was dressed in an elaborate costume. A pair of furry clip-on cat ears, black with pink inside, were in her hair. Contact lenses gave her yellow irises with faux vertically slit pupils. Thin black lines representing whiskers were drawn across her cheeks. Caps on her canine teeth turned them into small fangs. A silver jingle bell hung from. The hands on my hips slid down over my thighs and I felt the dress being lifted. Lorna undid my belt and cast it aside. Together they lifted the dress over my head and Lorna threw that aside too. I heard Georgie say, ‘I brought her for you.’ ‘You did very well, darling. Now go to bed.’ She looked into my eyes. ‘We share when I decide to. Come and sit with me.’ She dressed, I naked but for my stockings and knickers, sat. We were both in deep leather armchairs facing each other. ‘Do you prefer me. After the first week and a half after the 'Please' not e, I noticed that something was going on. After these calls with no comment, she would be flushed. Sometimes her clothes would be a little disarranged. She would go in her office with the shirt tucked in and come back with it out. Then one night after one of the calls, she sat back next to me on the couch. When she handed me a Kleenex, I smelled pussy. I started thinking about it and realized that she must have been touching herself in her.