I felt liberated, totally free to be myself for the first time in my life. How I loved to watch her hand traverse her frame slowly caressing her own f...ull and ample breasts, moving down towards her intensely inflamed mons, sometimes with the guidance of my own hand. How I reveled in the uptick in her breathing as I read her my explicit rapturous expressions, and noted her dilated pupils as her eyes followed the self manipulations of my strong masculine hand, taking my own measure and very slowly. We chatted about the puzzle for a while, then moved to other topics.“Hanna, as smart as you are, I assume you like school?”“Yeah. I like summer break, but I miss school and my friends. I get to see them once in a while.”“Do some of your friends come over?”“Just a few that live near here. Amy and her sister Terri, you saw them out front one day.”“I remember!”“They live the next street over.”“How about the boys across the street?”“Yuck!”“Sorry.”We talked about her dance school, and the friends. "Mmm," she purred, taking my organ in a soft paw, "This will be my first human cock! Most of the cat-boys I've met aren't that thick, not that I've met very many. Plus, those spikes they have really AREN'T very comfortable, you know!"She moved her head down to begin rasping her rough tongue over my shaft, the sensation unlike anything I'd felt before. She hit a sensitive spot, causing shivers to run down my spine, and I groaned loudly. Grinning up at me, Cassandra proceeded to open her mouth. But where to start? Once he had built up a loyal customer base, then word of mouth should keep the cash flow flowing, but how could he get those customers in the first place?Scope out the situation and observe. Bernie dressed nondescriptly -- he didn't want to attract attention, yet -- and went down to the Strip on a Saturday night. Saturday night -- date night, even for those who didn't have dates.Even as early as 8:00 p.m., there was plenty of street action. Expensive cars were cruising.