.' everyone joined her, 'Missy likes it.'" Chrissy turned around and looked at me. 'Missy likes whatever we do to you, don't you? Say it. Say what ...you know to be the truth about who and what you are.'" I looked up. All the girls were turned in their seats to see me better, and I said loudly and clearly, "Your little naked slave girl not only likes it.... Missy LOVES it.'" = = =With that, Missy settled back in her chair. Obviously her story was over for the moment, and it was getting late. We kiss passionately and explore every part of each other’s body. Despite our emotional state, we don’t rush into bringing ourselves to another orgasm. For now, kissing and cuddling are what we both seem to need the most. The intense bondage and domination games that pervade throughout La Chatte Heureuse are replaced with something much gentler but no less rewarding. We both feel so warm and relaxed that we fall asleep in each other's arms. It’s shortly after four o’clock in the morning when. .but as he came on stage that night and executed a flawless pas de deux with a sprite ballerina, I could not take my eyes off the exquisiteness of his legs wrapped in shimmery white tights. It was such a thing of beauty, that we actually went back to his place at my urging that night and made love, magnificent love, and I couldn't keep my hands off his so wonderfully perfect legs......smooth, strong yet not musclebound, tapering in all the right places.....long, longer than a guy's should. With no regard for Catherine he forced her head down into the bed. Lets try doggy style my sweet little bitch. he informed her as he shoved his cock deep into her abused pussy again. What ensued was a period of hard fucking, his cock battering at her pussy without any remorse. She felt his blows raining down on her ass and back as he abused her body. The pain of his assault and the pleasure of his cock made her unable to think. When Sister Catherines next orgasm exploded through her body she.