The komtesse seated herself on a plush throne-like chair situated on a dais at the head of the room. Soft lighting glowed dimly from the multicolored, tinted panes of Turkish lamps, casting the kittens in hues of rose and blue and gold. One shapely blonde kitten leisurely licked the neck of a brunette who wore white ears and a bushy white tail. Another kitten padded past on all fours and Arabella gasped aloud when she realized the tails were seated inside the bottoms of each of the women. Her cunny clenched in memory of how the komtesse’s finger had tantalized her own anus. “Giselle,” the komtesse’s voice rang out. “Here, kitty, kitty.” A lovely brown-haired kitten with black ears and tail crawled toward the komtesse to brush her face against her Mistress’ skirts. “Precious kitty,” the komtesse cooed as she leaned forward to stroke the kitten’s head. And then she drew up her skirts, scooted to the edge of her chair and spread her legs wide, revealing a dark thatch that barely concealed the glistening pink lips within.
