Paris, like the man of the house, April will be over there and I will sit closest to the kitchen."The turkey was delicious and the meal went pretty mu...ch without incident except for the amount of wine that was consumed. At one point, because of the way they were acting and giggling he was sure that the girls were playing "footsies" with each other under the table.When the meal was over, Mae stood up as if to take away some dishes and said, "Let me get some of the food off the table before we. I just ... I went like ‘At least you got a damn cat!’ So mean. Empathy. I understand Joe.”“You do?”“Sure,” she sniffled. “If I had a pet, I could...”“Empathize.”“Empathize,” she said carefully. “I wouldn’t be mean. I could even offer my cat for her. And Mommy. I understand. I ... a cat ... it would ... I would...”“ ... be responsible.”“Yeah. And if something ... Gosh! I didn’t ... empathize. I didn’t understand. People ... don’t understand, do they Joe? All they have is their brain. They can’t. Her kiss was warm, decisive, almost desperate in its nature, but I managed to hold myself back, to give her space, to let her control the pace, until she let her teeth nibble my lower lip. I might have groaned or growled, but from that moment passion pulled me under, and my mind no longer registered what was done, by whom and in what order. I just felt an all-consuming need to hold her, to kiss her, to let myself drown in the shivers she sent through my body, to celebrate every passionate. Duke’s owner said “good Dog”; then proceeded to slide what was Duke’s hard cock inside my pussy. I gasped this was not at all something I was prepared for and now is the time I wished I had a safe word, but I was torn between being beyond my limits which I didn’t know until now existed and wanting to please my Dom so I just froze and said nothing. Duke proceeded to fuck my pussy fast and hard as a dog would; I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His cock was big and very long;.