As she did I ran my hands all over her, feeling her curves, finding her nipples; she gasped as I twisted them and rolled them around between my finger.... I moved a hand down to her clit and she squirmed as I touched it. I pushed her upper body forward and she put her hands on the wall to support herself. I moved her legs apart and now her body was perfectly positioned for access to her pussy and dangling breasts. My hands were all over her, rubbing, twisting, caressing, and all the while she. As i kneel before him, my Master holds my face still and spits on me, telling me how much he enjoyed his pet the night before. Then un-zipping his pants i take his morning wood in my mouth, sucking, licking, choking on it. After a few minutes he pulls out, slaps me again and moves behind me. My head sags down as i move onto all fours as the meek pet that i am. Slowly at first Master shoves his hard cock into my tight asshole. Lubed from my spit and some of my pussy juice he scooped from. As sensual as it had been watching her in the state of intercourse, it was every bit as exhilarating to see the feline mannerisms portrayed in bathing. Tigers were well known for loving water. The manifestation was certainly no different. Still, the bath was simply another tease, before she continued her ravenous lust. She came toward the second man, slowly creeping up. She had a short tail that twitched at the tip. Again, for a painfully long time, she used the man to fulfill some bestial. ” The ‘her’ in question was Karen Foley, fifty-something kilograms of unadulterated sex – the kind of woman who could reach into a man’s underpants with the suggestive flick of an eyebrow or gouge-out his brain by leaning forwards in a too-short skirt, or a low-cut top. What was down the low-cut top and underneath the too-short skirt had led to the abandonment of a perfectly-good marriage of ten years and three kids. Carson knew he was destroying the life that he’d built-up so fastidiously –.