I had always thought that cats hated getting wet but she jumped in and adjusted the temperature without so much as a complaint. She turned under the s...pray, letting her fur soak up the water. It turned slick and smooth with the running droplets. She arched her back, allowing the spray to saturate her head. Her breasts were full and white against her gold fur, rolling slightly away from each other on her chest, nipples puckered and hard. Carried stepped in behind me and noticed what I was looking. . I don't know what gets into me. I don't know if I forget the rules, or if I just don't care. I think I might have A.D.D. or something—I am easily distracted and have a hard time focusing on what I'm supposed to do.But whatever the reason, I don't get out of bed in the mornings meaning to be such a bother to you. I really want to be a good submissive and a good girl for you. I'm sorry, Master. But please, please, don't give up on me!" I saw a tear running down her cheek as she talked."I need. It was see-through and I could see through it to her tiny little bra. I quickly refocused on the road – too much of this and I didn’t think we’d get home! ‘It’s great,’ I said, ‘it really looks good on you. But then anything does!’ She laughed, ‘Flatterer’, she said, ‘you really like it?’ ‘Oh yes’, I responded, ‘very much’. ‘Why?’ Again, I was rather taken aback. Caroline didn’t normally behave like this. She hadn’t flirted with me since that first meeting, but here she was, obviously flirting.. They were also very friendly and keen to talk to Sharifa’s friend.“There you are, darling,” came a very upper class voice from behind Nicola. She turned around to see a woman in her mid or late forties smiling.“Nicola, this is Princess Ayda, one of my father’s wives,” said Sharifa.“How do you do?” said Nicola. She was about to curtsey when Princess Ayda put her hand out. “Oh, we don’t have any of that here,” chuckled Princess Ayda, “We’ve been dying to meet you ever since we learned Sharifa was.