I look at her through the window, she sees me and pretends not to. She runs under the deck. I pace.
I know she saw me, I saw her sweet tail. She knows I will get to her eventually, they all do.
I keep them coming back for one reason or another.
I am their salvation, I keep them in check. I know they know I will tend to their every need. They think I am not capable now, but I show them. I am very capable.
My time has come the door is open and I slip out.
I find her hiding under the porch not working like she should. I want her to do what she is expected. She knows it and she benefits from my protection so she should be working and bringing me back what is mine.
I will teach her a lesson. If she only knew me prior to my operation, I would have shown her. I would have put it in her so deep and hard she would be mewing for days!
I know she sees me coming over but she hardly has time to prepare herself. I mount her with no sound and I go to town taking out all of my frustration on her sweet pussy.
She won't be slacking off again all it will take is a look ONE look from the window and she will know what I mean.
She walks away and has a limp in her sweet stride that may last for a few days but she will know next time work.
I keep all of my bitches in line. I like my pussies to work hard for me. I like that just fine.
I am living the life, the dream...and I am happy to be doing it.
Whats in it for me? I check each one out first and last and in between...I get catnip or a mouse, but mostly I get to watch when they bring them close to the window...
I am Puss in Juice.
The John so to speak...and they are my pussies.
Based on what my friend Sam the cat thinks...written from his standpoint.
Bob's cat is the coolest I love spending time with him and Feonna!