", "What is with that collar, is that locked on? Ewwwwww.". My slave's face is scarlet and her temperature must feel like it's 10 degrees high she's s... mortified. She occasionally stumbles as she hears a comment. I know too though that her pussy is soaked from this. She is eating this up, this is her heaven as she both hates it and adores it. Knowing she loves it makes it all the more humiliating for her. Right now she'd fuck anything I told her to. I cup her ass and guide her into a reasonably. Noscreams, no sirens, just cars driving by and slowing down on a typicallyquiet stretch of highway on a lazy sunday morning.-The flashback shook me. I hadn't had one since the accident. It hadfelt like a realistic dream that you weren't quite sure was real, onlythis one had been pulled from my memory.I scrolled down. I had a couple of picture messages. As I opened them,I realized I shouldn't have. They were pictures of the accident, takenby the police, and sent to me by my sister. When I. They had always been machine washed before, but now, for some reason, Janice felt that only hand-washing (and hang-drying) would do.And ironing the sheets. Janice had never, ever, ironed sheets before, but now I was supposed to do it. And since I had to wash the sheets every week, that meant ironing them every week as well."The sheets look wonderful!" Janice enthused, after I had ironed them for the first time. "Don't you think they look so nice and crisp! Oh, I can't thank you enough, I've. ‘I didn’t get a chance to freshen up.’ ‘Don’t worry, you still looked handsome.’ Ashley replied. It was nice of her to buy me a nice timepiece and a box of chocolate. I was thinking about taking her out to dinner, but I was going to do something different. I planned to make this Valentine’s Day Ashley’s all-time favorite. ‘I’m about to take a shower, baby girl. You want to join me?’ I asked. ‘Sure, why not.’ Ashley answered, as she squeezed my dick. ‘I’m sweating like a pig.’ As I brushed my.