Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Five
Craftsmate wiped my face clean and smiled down at me. “Why don’t you show me your tail, kitty?”
I blushed and turned, dipping my back and presenting my ass to him.
“Wag it a bit,” he said.
I shook my hips a bit and felt the tail wag back and forth between my legs. He reached forward and tugged a bit on the tail, eliciting a sharp gasp as I bucked back against the yank. He chuckled softly and got up to his feet, patting the bed.
“I think you owe me for my glass, don’t you?” He grinned. “Let’s see how you can pay me back.”