Forcing you to smell your own wet cunt as you breath...Do you like the smell of your cunt slut? I rub it against your nose...you can feel the slippery...wetness of your cunt against your nose and lips.....suddenly I embrace you in a kiss...pressing your wet panties between our noses so we can both smell them....I love the way they smell....you seem to be a little disgusted with it all but I don't care. You are here for my entertainment and I will do with you whatever I please... Now slut, kneel. .. not Julie, but Shae. It felt wrong, in a way; it should have been Julie, but at least it was good to have Shae to hold onto, knowing someone cared.He lay there, just taking comfort in feeling close to her, and only slowly became aware that it was lighter, and daylight was reflecting in through the open door. He squirmed a little, trying to see his watch, but Shae had his arm pinned... "Good morning, Dave," she whispered."Shae," he began, fumbling for words. "I didn't ... well, I mean you. It’s simple, fast and, most importantly, tasty,’ I said remembering a restaurant she goes at least once a week at lunch. ‘Oh the Taste of Siam. I know it. It’s a date. See you there shortly after 12.’ A few hours later, we were sitting at a small table in a restaurant full of office workers. We chatted mostly of our work, me of my fake job as a researcher of a pharmaceutical company, and her of her work as marketing consultant. Towards the end, we touched more personal matters. As part of my. "She'll need to come back in a week to have the sutures removed. If there's any sign of infection, call us immediately, or if her urine becomes bloody. Also, if she refuses to eat or seems generally depressed after the first day bring her in." She'll be fine," I smile as I pat my hands dry on a paper towel. "She loves affection doesn't she?" Siam just loves the attention, don't you baby," Mrs. Thompson coos as she tickles her cat under the chin. "Let's get you home sweetie." Lifting her cage.