Yes, my Lord. Please.Another shocking event. Cats don't beg. Dogs beg ... cats finagle. The world has tilted from 23 degrees to 25 and is coming to an...end."Good Lord, Pyewacket ... where's your dignity?" I said.Shut up, you."If I give you color, I have to change your eyes." He pointed at me. "Your eyes will look like his." Round?" asked Pyewacket."Yes, and ice blue ... just like his."You might as well go the whole way and make me human."You'd love that, wouldn't you, Pyewacket. Back in your. And that realization makes it just a little bit harder to get the crying under control.But eventually I calm down. I don't really know what Daddy does while he's waiting, but I think he's sitting on the bed watching me. Eventually he stands and I can hear him preparing for what's next. He makes a stack of pillows in the middle of the bed and rustles through the closet for the strap.The strap he got for this purpose is really wicked. It's thick and not terribly flexible, about three feet long. "I don't want you to come withoutfeeling what all women want to feel." and her finger slid deep betweenmy cheeks and spread the cream in my crackShe kept looking at me and her tongue moistened her lips. "Relax as muchas you can Kerry. Let me show you what you need. Just push on my fingernow. Be a good girl and look at yourself in the mirror and push asthough you want to go."I was totally mesmerised by Julia and did just as she said. I looked atthis sexy girl in the mirror, standing with her. Slowly he pulled down the zipper, bringing it from the side of my knee all the way down to my ankle, admiring my smooth skin the whole way down. I could tell he really wanted to touch me, but he held himself back; that only made me want him more. He pulled my boot off of my foot and set it down on the floor beside his chair and then pulled my other leg into his lap. I used that time to push my now only socked foot against his groin, pressing lightly against his hardness. A moan escaped his.