Kate looked startled at Jane's willingness. She felt slightly bewildered as to what to do, with Jane seemingly occupying the center stage. Granted, she didn't mind, but Kate was worried she might lose her master's affections if she didn't participate, so she quickly took measures to rectify this. Her soft furred hands ran along her smooth curves, lifting the frilled blouse that hid her erect nipples. Kate pressed up against him, her breasts flattening against his lean chest, her breath hot on his cheaks as she moved in to kiss him once more.<br/><br/>Her hands slipped slyly down Jonas' chest, her fingers running across smooth, taut muscles, until she reached hip level. There, she lifted her short skirt teasingly, willing her master to take the initiative, because she knew with all the alarm bells ringing in her brain, she sure as hell couldn't. Her face felt like it was on fire with nervousness, and she dare not speak for fear of any inaudible squeak that might escape her lips.<br/><br/>