I don't think she had abra on. She didn't need one with her perky little girls popping rightthrough that leotard. But you could tell she was nervous. ...I looked fromher to Jim and saw two young ladies about to lose their perm cherry.Another Rite of Womanhood about to be navigated by two lovely girls. Itwas best that we older gals left them alone with their fears and theirfeelings and their desires.Jim started to get out of the car, his lipstick refreshed. I gentlytouched his cool arm."Jim, it is. Lishaka looked up. In the doorway connecting the bath with the chamber beyond were two people, both wearing short, sleeveless robes just going to their knees. One was a female, her skin a brilliant snow-white. No, wait. That’s ... fur? A pair of pointy cat ears sat on a roughly triangular skull, the features a bewitching mix of human and cat. A single gold ring pierced one ear and a golden collar went around her slender neck. A long, graceful tail curled around her ankle.The other one was a. He whinnied, swished his head backand forth. His agitated noises blended with the c***d's squeals of joy.His tail flashed over his rump, and he began to paw the earth again.This time Priscilla was too involved with her orgasm to know or tocare. She bucked on his back, clung to his mane. Her tits bounced. Herbrown hair swished over her bare back as her head snapped from side toside. Brown eyes stared up, through the trees. Everything was spinning."Ahhh! I'm creaming! Creaming!" She rode the. "She keys in a special security code and the two women walk into thedeepest recesses of the Research Complex. Yet even here the lights arebright, the walls white, the Steel Bars shiny. The Blonde's eyes widen abit at the sight in front of her, and she licks her lips:A voluptuous red-head, wearing a satin corset with a ridiculously shortskirt attached; thigh-length high-heeled black leather boots; white lacegloves and a strong leather collar! She's vigorously polishing stainlesssteel equipment,.