He pressed his lips to puckered opening, tracing it with his tongue. He slid his tongue in and out, exploring. She looked over her shoulder at him, he... face full of dreamy, doe-like trust. He stood up, and guided his cock into her vagina. He thrust teasingly against her hymen before stepping back. “Lift your ass,” he coaxed, his hands on either side of her hips. “Spread your cheeks,” he urged. She reached behind her, and held open her own buttocks for him, her head and shoulders on the table. The collar has a little bell,just like the one the blonde girl has on. In the background of theimage, I can see a latex catsuit, again a match to the one the blondegirl is wearing. I can see the fear and desire in my eyes, again itmatches my real reactions. The image is very powerful, almost primalas my double submits to being collared. I find it hard to sit still,what would I do in this situation. They try to turn me into a girlfor some reason and I like it? Why?Next. I am being zipped into. It made an excuse to get away from the mess for a while. They were walking around the barn when they saw a pickup truck drive in.It proved to be Mark and Jackie Gravengood. "We wondered who was here," Mark explained from the pickup. "We're supposed to be keeping an eye on this place for Binky." We're buying this place," Mike announced."Well, welcome to Busted Axle Road," Jackie smiled. "It'll be a nice place to let your kids and cats and dogs run around. You won't exactly have problems with. I didn't sleep very well in the car. I could use another nap before dinner." The downstairs guest-room is yours," Michelle said. Then she sauntered over to Dave and gave him a long hug that wasn't very aunt-like and consequently stirred his loins.She was almost as well-preserved as the women on his mother's side of the family, and could easily pass for a fit woman in her early thirties. She definitely didn't look like she would turn thirty-nine in October, and though she wasn't in goddess.