. and a penis," she said and he blushed. "You're cute when you do that." He blushed again. She sighed at the news. "I just thought that was a case of ...lue balls." He looked at her in surprise. The expression made him look like the twenty-five year old girl again. "Yes, I need sex too. Our sex-drive is pretty high. You'll be feeling certain things soon." "Like?" he prompted. She looked at him seriously. "Do you really want to know?" she asked. "I'd better, or it'll be a surprise I won't know. ..that" she panted"you started it" I said as I sat there naked from th waist down, she sat on the floor catching her breath for about 15 minutes, I guess I knocked the wind out of her.I reached down and grabbed her arm pulling her to me and making her sit on my naked thigh. "let go" she said as I held her in place"ready for round two" I said with a grin"LET ME GO" she yelled"look you little whore you started this and now your gunna finish it" as I said it I took hold of her nipple and. I could feel her warm lubrication sliding across the head of my penis, and I knew that I was seconds away from shooting semen all over her. I put both hands on her waist and slid her away.She pulled her face away from my lips and looked at me with a cross of hunger and impatience. Her breathing was ragged, and she had not released her grip on my cock. I took her hand away, lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen table. I started to suck on her hard nipples, teasing each of them. I then moved. There was no company to run, no clients to placate, no employees to supervise; there was nothing at all beyond her awareness of the collar, the cool metal encircling her neck.There was no Anita. There was only Precious One. The slave.And no matter how many times Anita played this role, that final moment of transition from CEO to slave-girl never failed to make her nipples harden.The rest of the evening would be variations on a theme. Usually at this point Don would clap his hands, the signal.