That was not to be, however. Instead, Jenny had that honor, and once again my kitteny jealousy found it’s way into my heart. Not that I dared say an...thing, but the glare I gave her, one unnoticed by all, was evidence of my displeasure. Kay was mine, after all. My owner, my lover, my human! Fortunately it passed quickly, and I became at peace with her attentions to my mistress. After all, hadn’t she given me a lovely orgasm earlier and had yet to cum herself? If she could be generous, so could. He still thinks his wife is attractive, her breasts swaying with each of Mark’s thrusts into her smooth pussy. The man looks down and sees the precum leaking out of the tip. “No this is just fucking wrong,” he mutters to himself. But he does need release. He stopped fucking Joyce because of the guilt of cheating but now that guilt is evaporating fast.He figures that if he drives home fast, he can still fuck Joyce before Rita and Mark get home. But he ignores the thought when he begins to think. My male underwear had long ago been donated to charity and in their place in my drawers were all manners of panties, bras, garter belts, pantyhose, stockings, and night gowns, along with the occasional girdle—an item that I rather enjoyed being “forced” to wear. I kept my body shaved and my fast-growing hair was already down past my neck. At regular intervals, I was required to wear progressively higher and higher heeled shoes around the house and I was getting pretty good at walking in them,. Sure that he knew exactly what I was thinking. I went back to my work, but couldn't concentrate, I could feel the hot wetness between my legs and it was distracting, I moved my hips back and forth rubbing my clit against the lace of my panties and shuddered, I needed to clear my head, so I got up and went to the coffee machine in the staff room, the large room with its squashy chairs was deserted, I walked across the room to the machine and put a coin in the slot, just as I was about to press.