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Well, they weren’t exactly naked. They were each wearing cloth cat masks that covered the upper portion of their faces and added furry ears that matched the color of their hair. There was expertly-applied makeup around their mouths that made them look even more like a cat. The effect was amplified by their hair, which had been teased out so it looked like a reddish blond lion’s mane. Both had large collars around their necks with a brass name plate on the front. One said, “Kitty One,” and the other said, “Kitty Two.” From each collar a leash led back to Dianne’s hand. Dianne was fully clothed, but she might as well have been naked. She was wearing a thin, skin-tight, shiny black catsuit which molded to every curve of her body. The only flesh showing was the bottom portion of her face, which looked extremely white against the black of the vinyl suit. Her bright red lipstick accented her lips as she said, “Show her your tails, kittens.” Mary and Marcy– Kitty One and Kitty Two– turned so they were facing away from each other and wiggled their asses. The long, cat-like tails hanging behind them wriggled back and forth as they moved their asses. The color of the tails exactly matched the color of their hair. “Show her your whole tail,” Dianne said and the kittens bent way over and turned another ninety degrees so their butts were facing me. From that angle, it was very clear that the tails were attached to shiny, chrome butt plugs. Dianne reached over with her right hand and pressed something on her left wrist. Both kittens yelped and jumped back to a straight up position. She pressed again and both kittens began purring... or at least they were fetish humming so that it sounded like purring. “I can control the vibrators and shock controls in the anal plugs,” Dianne said. “If they are good kitties, they get pleasure. If they are bad kitties, they get pain.” “Good kitty,” I said nervously as the twins rubbed slowly against me purring and arching their backs like real cats. “I’m the crazy kitty,” a voice said from behind me. Margi was standing in the doorway of Big Boobs the locker room. If she had been at a Comic Con event, she would have won first prize for her Harley Quinn costume. Instead of a baseball bat, however, she was carrying a jester’s stick with what looked like a carved Harley Quinn doll’s head on the tip of it. She held it out in front of my face and suddenly intense sparks jumped between the tips of the doll’s jester hat. “Want to feel what it’s like to get bit by Krazy Kat?” she said, stepping up right next to me. “N... n... no,” I sputtered. “Didn’t think so,” she said quickly and then suddenly plunged her staff into Kitty One’s side. Both kitties stopped purring and screamed out together. “That’s what’s so fun about twins,” Harley– babe Margi– said with a laugh, “they each feel what the other feels. It’s twice as much fun.” “What have I told you about tormenting amateur the kitties?” Dianne said sternly. “Sorry, Mistress,” Margi said, bowing in an almost curtsey. “I was only trying to break the tension. Precious seems to be a little tense.” “I will worry about Precious,” a voice said from the darkness behind Margi. I recognized the voice as Shelly’s, but it sounded different... stronger... and more forceful than usual. When she stepped into the dim light so I could see her, I almost fell to my knees. She was dressed in an abbreviated catsuit that was at least as tight as Dianne’s. It looked like a very tight one-piece swimsuit, and– if possible– was twice blonde as black and shiny. Her legs looked so creamy and perfect descending from the black of the suit. Jaya: "Rekha, meet my husband Amit." Wait for me to come back” Aarti told her daughter as both boys were fucking fetish her both holes. In fact that is how my real blonde trade got started. Daddy approached mays bed and before moving in for his attack quickly spit into his hand and lightly lubed his cock for what he was about to do. I would explode over and over. I went back home the next day after promising Dante that his teachings Big Boobs would be kept secret. I groaned, my tongue amateur danced with hers. As the four guys came into the den both women turned to look at them they smiled and struck sexy poses. A feeling Valerie liked very much. “Is your pussy like that?” “Greg is my brother, don’t you think it’s a little strange for us to be fucking?” Kenny wasn’t even bothered by this. Besides, she’d only see the tent in my pants, not my actual dick. My babe balls tightened. Before I went downstairs I rubbed myself thinking about her t-shirt so I was sporting a really big erection.