The language barrier between her and him was the worst, even more so because of him motioning for her to take off her clothing. Again her bottom lip popped out as she had no way to complain or make her argument heard.   His impatient stare had her huffing and with a quick  grumble she pulled it off over her head and laid back down.   That was the one bonus to the tail it settled in the crease of her ass and hide her girly bits.   She gave a started yelp when he pulled her toward him, not really fighting him back but trying to get placed against his chest.   Her eyes snapped shut quickly because there was no way she could see the TV now.   His ... penis was nearly in front of her face.  Well it seemed like it was even if it wasn't.   But if she opened her eyes it would be right there.    So instead she lay there with her eyes closed incredibly tense and tucked up against his side.  Her hands had shifted trying to cover her breasts as best she could, not that they were hanging out.   But rather pressed against hims they kind of were squashed and smushed up against his side, nonetheless she covered the side boob as best she could and kept her eyes elsewhere.<br/><br/>She'd eventually opened her eyes but found herself not wanting to look at the TV or look downward so instead she stared at him.  Which worked as far as distracting her and calming her down, though each time he touched her tail she jumped.   She couldn't help it.  It seemed involuntary as if it had shocked her.   She blinked when he kissed her head reaching up to touch her head were he'd kissed.<strong>"I wish I knew what you wanted from me..."   </strong>she spoke it quietly more to herself as she reached up and touched the edge of one of his whiskers simply because it was close enough.