Well this was getting him nowhere fast. This girl clearly could not take a hint. He reached down and took off Fey's leash before grabbing the lithe catgirl under her arms and lifting her up out of the death hug. Naturally he was much stronger than some human girl. With his familiar back in his arms he spread her legs wide so the girl could see her pussy and more importantly that tattoo above it<strong>"There can't you read? She is mine."</strong>He said rather loudly drawing attention to the crowd about how this particular catgirl was owned and her and her marked pussy was up in the air for all to see.<br/><br/><strong>"If you want a different kitty I can sell you that one."</strong>He points to poor cum gargling Lisa undoubtedly getting face fucked again.<strong>"If you don't like her I can make another. Heck if it's what you want I can even make You a catgirl. Maybe then you won't have to worry about your boyfriend running off so much."</strong>All the while through the exposition poor Fey was just being carried around like a rag doll, with her naughty bits eye level with everyone