<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/BlueCatMask.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/e2/35/71/e23571b4625c72e202139485c46cf6a9.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kitty, Escort &amp; Guide (Staff)</span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>among the cushions<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday evening, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Gabe<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Although there was definitely a reaction there, Kitty noticed that it was far less than it could have been, certainly less than she had anticipated. She had done this twice before and one of these times had nearly sent the man running to hide. She kissed him, her hand still providing soft caresses meant to arouse, but not bring him over. Her hands were soft, she took particular care for that, and warm along his warmer length.<br/><br/>She was pleased to feel his hand on her breast and purred softly to encourage him. When he broke the kiss, she tilted her head and kissed his neck. "Come lie down in the cushions." She invited him, but she did not go right away. Her second hand went to his body, caressing his chest, his side, down to his hip and then back up.<br/><br/>Her hand went lower and lower on his cock until she could cup his jewels, and when she did, her hand made the journey back up, but her nails were gently grazing against the skin of his balls. She didn't aim to scratch him, the pressure of her nails on his skin was just enough for him to feel that it was nails but not enough to leave mark. The aim was simply a different sensation. She took a step toward the cushions, testing to see if he would follow.</div>