It was the quiet time when he lay hot and tired the afterglow of his orgasm bringing a smiled to his face. He watched Miss Rivers walk naked to the bathroom, her buttocks flexing as she walked. She would clean herself and then return to him in the bed.<br/>They would talk of this and that whilst he enjoyed the feel of her body against his. And then in due course as his stamina returned they would have sex once more, slower this time.<br/><br/>The cat was watching him rather intently, which was odd as normally it ignored him. He could hear scratching once more just as he had in the middle of the sexual act. “Should you not be chasing those rats?” He asked of the cat as the cat’s mistress came out of the bathroom and climbed back into bed.<br/><br/>“He is a lazy thing, I keep telling him that there are kittens about and he can be replaced.” Mark smiled down at her and idly ran his hand over the softness of her breast. “Maybe we are assuming his command of English is up to the job.” She smiled and ran her hand down his chest and between his legs. “Maybe something else will be up to the job shortly.”<br/><br/>Mark laughed although he was more than aware of the cats unnerving gaze locked on him.<br/><br/>