He walked out of the bar and returned a few minutes later with a collar and a small padlock, leaning over he placed both items into my purse. ?You hav... two choices. I am going to walk out to my car. I will wait 10 minutes. If you want to live your dream, go to the ladies room, take off the panties, and throw them away. Remove your halter and zip up your jacket so you don't flash anyone in the bar. Put the collar on and lock it. If you are out in ten minutes I will take you home and give you. They had changed all my bandages, and cleaned and drained all my wounds, performing all these tortures with the cavalier indifference to my pain and discomfort that probably caused them to go into medicine in the first place.It was just before lunchtime when Mom and I finally were on our way home."Would you like to stop at McDonald's or someplace for lunch?" my mother asked with artificial good cheer. She was in the room with me while they poked and prodded my lip and arm, after all."No," I. I didn’t care. All I wanted was for her to pick up her sweet torture again and push me over that edge so I could find my release. She had apparently been holding back before. Now, the smacks fell in a quick rhythm, almost twice as hard as before, the tip of the leather strap alternating between the spot over my love tunnel, each of my pussy lips, and sometimes even my clit, which sent tremors all through my body. My grunts grew faster and faster, echoing her own grunts of exertion, and my eyes. He asked how is it, I said lovely.Then we went inside the house and I found there was a boy sitting there. I got angry but he said that he is his friend and he will be here and mihir kissed me in front of him and picked me in his arms and took me to the pool. He threw me in the water and I got all wet.Now the white shirt which was too heavy and wet was unable to hide anything from the boy. I could see the bulge in his pants. Mihir too jumped in the pool. He came near me and he removed my shirt.