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She pointed to some pink salmon. “Momo wants fish now! Momo wants that fish!” Her behavior was starting to draw laughs from our spectators. I suppose that’s a good thing, better they find her funny than gorgeous scary. “No, you already had lunch. Besides, I don’t want you eating raw fish.” “Please?” She started rubbing her head against me like a drunk goat. “Please, Master?” “Do you promise to be well behaved for the rest of the day?” “Yuh-huh!” she said with an eager nod. “Ok, but we have to wait in line like everyone else.” I brought her to the end of the line and took a numbered ticket from the dispenser. Momo stared at the encased roll with mischievous curiosity, and as one would expect, started pulling out tickets one by one until I stopped her. The person ahead of us was a middle-aged blonde woman, and I have to hand it to her, she was able to resist her own curiosity for a good while before giving in and turning around. “Excuse me, is she really one of those animal people they’ve been european talking about on the news?” “Yep, this is Momo. I went to sleep one night with a regular cat on my chest, wake up to find her instead.” “She isn’t dangerous, is she?” “Not at all, unless you’re a vet, then she’ll take a swing at you.” Momo’s hair stood on end at the mentioning of vets and I calmed her down indian by rubbing her head. “Relax, you’re fine.” “And you take care of her like this?” “Of course, I’ve taught her everything from brushing her teeth to cooking dinner.” I started tickling under the chin and she began to purr. “Right, Momo?” “Momo loves playing with Master,” she said. My sphincter slammed shut and I forgot how to breathe, waiting for the woman to respond. She simply smiled and said, “I’m sure you do.” Sometimes I forget that “playing” has a very different meaning in our house than in others. Our time soon came and I got enough girlfriend fish to satisfy Momo’s feline hunger. The man behind the counter actually gave her a piece of raw swordfish as a treat. “Momo, what do you say?” “Thank you!” she exclaimed with her mouth full. Unfortunately, Momo’s promise of good behavior went out the window. The fish section had gotten her russian all excited and now she was wound up like she was chasing a moth at three in the morning. “Master, can Momo have this?” “Master, can Momo have that?” “Master, Momo wants those!” “Master, let’s get cake!” Every time she saw something she liked or simply didn’t understand, she’d pull on my sleeve and beg me to get it for her. When I was a little kid, I used to behave the same exact way in the store. My mom called it the “gimme’s”, and now I finally knew how to felt to be at the other end. “Mmmmmuhh…Good God!...Yeah, Oh Yeah…Right there…” and other words to european that effect. What if… all those years ago, instead of pushing me away… he’d pushed me down onto that couch? Both their words and utter russian disregard for him was terrifying. He isn't expecting me to take something up my ass tonight, right? “You bet!” was indian the reply and she was helping me untie my wrists in seconds. With a girlfriend 15-year-old nymph on either side of him, he wrapped his arms around both of them, hugging them close. The doors began to open. “He doesn’t really want a son, either. “Sears, really?” “Kirk, can I borrow my shirt?” I said, matter-of-factly. Kimison and Rayburn have made great progress with the other parent ship's casing. Her pussy was milking my cock. Her juices soaked my digits. “Oh, she didn’t actually say anything.” I clarified. I finished getting ready and put my boots on before I went downstairs to the den and when I got there, I gorgeous found him in the kitchen making me breakfast.