When Lisle kitty shimmied herself into position over the box, Gerlinde - ever the attentive doctor - was quick to close the distance.  Any manner of distance Lisle puss would try to gain, Gerlinde would take from her with closeness.  Any privacy demanding exposing.  And any openness needed filling.<br/><br/>So, when the soft piddling noise filled the toasty interior of the chamber, sounding merging with that of the fish tank pump, Gerlinde was still licking distance away from Lisle kitty - a presence of satin and sharply ready leather.  As fluid began to spray into the scented flakes and sand, Gerlinde's crop tip led Lisle's chin with its coaxing and made certain her stare of crystalline approval and raw, celestial intensity was filling Lisle kitty's.  And as Gerlinde looked into those bottomless, brilliant green eyes while Lisle puss peed like a kitty for the first time - peed with her doctor and teacher's eyes fused around her - Gerlinde could see a fierce openness present itself.<br/><br/>"Good kitty.  Such a brave kitty."<br/><br/>Lisle puss seemed so tender.  So very nude and blushing.  So helpless.  So altered - Gerlinde surveying her work noted the hands trimmed smooth and pleading; the legs that had become modern art made bestial elegance; the clitoris in its jingling sheath.  So submissive.<br/><br/>And so sweet.<br/><br/>"Oh, kitty."<br/><br/>Lisle kitty submitted to relieving herself in front of Gerlinde, and seemed though all the heat in her, all the sweetneess and submission, might melt her into sugar.  Gerlinde needed to fill that space.  A telegraph of instant yearning worked rough from her prostate to the tip of her cock, sending her heart tumbling.<br/><br/>Gerlinde stepped forward.  The rim of her thumb found the edge of a flame-red lip and peeled gently down to coax Lisle puss to open.  That thumb must taste of the crop, Gerlinde knew; handling it as it had been.  The other hand took up the wooden texture of Gerlinde's tremendously stiff shaft, its surface now tacky with the musk of Lisle pussy's dried fluids and her own spend.  Her eyes remained in Lisle's, mining deeper, taking every opening.<br/><br/>"Now kitty."  Gerlinde ordered to the eyes that fixed below hers, their edges feathered in tears dried, drying and fresh.  "Inside now."<br/><br/>She guided the sticky, plum-swollen bulge of her glans into Lisle kitty's mouth while, with wet sounds still raining below in the box, Lisle kitty opened in a different way.<br/><br/>"Eyes on mine."