Easy, kitty.  Easy.  The missive echoed in her thoughts.<br/><br/>Gerlinde voiced it as she locked the operating theater door.<br/><br/>"Easy, kitty.  Easy."<br/><br/>She ratcheted down one end of the operating table and used her hands on nude kitty flank and bottom to assist Lisle pussy onto the surface.  And yes, she grazed the dangling stud of Lisle puss' clitoris.  She caressed it with a collision that was less accidental than it was made to seem.<br/><br/>Gerlinde wanted kitty excited like she was excited.  If not as much, just a little.  Lisle kitty could not possibly be as excited as Gerlinde was.  Her veins were humming and her flesh felt like it was about to take flight.<br/><br/>She scanned the room and found everything in place.  The three IVs glistened on their tall stands.  The many plates of instruments winked knowingly.  The anesthetic machine hunched in readiness by the pile of pillows, the stack of gauze, the chemicals in their glowing array.  And the tank - the tall, two-foot wide cylinder set on a rolling table - bubbled near the base of the table.  In its murky yellow liquid, Lisle kitty's tail was coiled like a lush little mink stole.<br/><br/>Gerlinde eased Lisle onto the table, brushing her face and her legs - having her rest on all fours.  She brushed her clitoris each chance to adjust Lisle kitty's marvelous legs presented itself, bumping and stroking it as she got Lisle kitty's legs spread and fastened by the ankles to the table.  Gerlinde was singing inside; she was pulsing and throbbing.<br/><br/>Her formal veneer was showing signs of pink as something dire rose to Gerlinde's surface.  Everything was feeling powerful and urgent again.  Everything was resonating in the key of power.