<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;">Kitty guided Gabe among the cushions, allowed him to make himself comfortable, taking as much time as he needed. She remembered the first time she was here and thought that he must feel much the same way, with perhaps a pressure to perform added to it all.<br/><br/>She was tensed, concerned that she would be watched and judged on her performance. Too quiet, too loud, cums too quickly, or not quickly enough, was she faking, was she good… As the month passed, she came to the point of thinking that if they stayed to stare at her being fucked, then they must enjoy the show, otherwise distractions weren't few in a place like this.<br/><br/>Kitty laid beside Gabe on her side, placing the cushions in a way that would allow her just a small boost of height. She leaned toward him, to kiss his neck. Before her lips touched the skin of his neck, she whispered softly. "I know you want to touch me. I want you to; just let it all go. There's no such thing as privacy here, no reason to hold back as long as your partner is willing." Her hand gave his shaft a long, slow, upward stroke and engaged on the way down without waiting. "I am quite willing, you are very handsome." And her lips pressed against the side of his neck.</div>