Dakota Fanning

You can tell she's petite, quite skinny actually. But her long blonde hair covers her face as she crawls to you on Kristen's leash.

But when they stop in front of you and she looks up there's no denying that it's Dakota Fanning. It seems impossible. It seems like you must be dreaming. Dakota's pretty face stares at you, her eyes circled in dark mascara, her lips covered in smeared red lipstick.

She wears a pink t-shirt and a little black skirt. Her pale midriff is well exposed between the two. Or at least, the small of her back is, since she's on all fours.

You can't wrap your head around the fact that this is actually happening. You're staring right at it, but there's just no way it to make it plant itself as truth in your brain.

But your cock can accept that it's actually happening. And it does. It throbs and grows. It makes a bulge in your pants that can't be ignored.

Kristen glances down at it. Then she glances down at the sorry, sexy image of Dakota. Then she glances at you and smiles. You have no response.

"Say hello to the nice man." Kristen demands.

"Hello" Dakota says, almost a whisper.

"Tell him your name." Kristen orders.

"I know her name." You but in, finally finding words, trying to convey your amazement at what's happening.

"I bet you don't" Kristen says, clearly very proud of herself.

"I'm Miss Kitty" Dakota says. Her voice is soft and completely submissive. She stares at Kristen with lust, respect and a little fear.

"And why did I give you that name?" Kristen says. She's showing off for you.

"'Cause I like licking kitties" Dakota answers.

"And how many kitties have you licked in the past week?" Kristen asks. You can see her nipples getting hard through her top. This whole thing is turning her on quite clearly too.

After a few seconds Dakota doesn't answer. Kristen tugs at the collar, making her yelp.

Finally she speaks. "I... I lost count."

Kristen shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "Do you need me to tell you?"

"Yes."

"Because you're a dumb little kitty licker who can't count?"

"Yes."

"It was 45." Kristen says.

Could that be right, you wonder. Did Kristen really make her lick 45 pussies just in the past week? Has she gone that totally mad? Should you be concerned? You wonder. But as it is, you're impressed.

And Kristen knows it too. She leans in at you. "She says 'Yes' to everything I tell her to do."

You're not sure how much longer you can tell yourself that you can't believe what you're witnessing.

"Don't you?" Kristen asks playfully

"Yes."

"Do you remember what I told you to do last night?" Kristen is getting at something.

"Yes."

"Do you remember how much you liked it?"

"Yes."

"Tell the nice man what it was. Tell him what I had you do."