From now on your name is kitty—soft, defenceless, playful and eager to be tied up in a ball of wool. xxx sex As the solitary pedestrian drew closer, Kitty was vaguely aware of a large grey van pulling out from one of the warehouses further down the road. It was after midday when she started touching herself. She lay quietly, feeling the aftershocks flowing out from her centre down to her toes and out to her fingertips and looked again at the clock. ‘No, no, no,’ she thought. Good night, kitty.’ Katherine/Kitty reread the mail several times and grinned to herself—this game was great fun! She was horribly restless. Kitty thought it was little strange that she hadn’t heard the throb of the engine approaching the house but then, she hadn’t been expecting a visitor. She knew no one here and no one knew her. She made a mental note to quiz Master M about it. ‘Just go with the usual bad traffic excuse.’
She got to Spencer Street at 1.35pm, parked in front of one of the disused offices and jumped out of the jeep. She turned to look but turned back again as a soft voice said, ‘Excuse me’ beside her.
