Look, I’m no Russell Crowell, but I’m not Don Knotts either. I stand at just six feet, weight in at one hundred eighty pounds, and have a thirty-t...ree, not thirty-four which is more typical, inch waist. I shave every day, no scruffy beard for this guy. I have dark blue eyes, sandy hair, a little unkempt, and no disfiguring scars or birthmarks. In fact I was pretty popular in high school and college. I had my share of girls. I’m not bragging, some of them were pretty girls. I guess it’s partly. Everything about him amazed me. It was four months after getting out of a pretty bad relationship, and I knew I wasn't really interested in entering a new one. All I wanted was sex with anyone who was willing to give it to me. The only thing was, I didn't know a single soul where I moved. I came from a big city to a very small town in Northwestern Ontario, I had never felt more alone, so what was a girl to do? I decided to join a website devoted to finding sexual partners. Now don't get me. “It’s essential that we make it clear to any observer, at all times, that you are both submissive to me. To that end, you will be wearing these collars, you *will* obey my orders - and you will keep your breasts exposed.”“What?” blurted Laurel angrily.He shocked her. She twitched.“Keep a respectful tone, Laurel,” he told her. “Your leg is broken. You’re in no position to have an argument.”“I’m not your crew member, you son of a bitch!” she hissed, in a low voice. “I’m the Guild representative. “I peeked around the corner of the door and saw Peter and his parents on their bed.”“Yes.”“Well, they were doing something I didn’t think families ever did.”“What was that?” I asked, my interest starting to peak.Again he hesitated.“They were having sex.”I looked straight at Jeff and waited for him to continue, not saying anything.“Peter was between his mother and father, having sex with his mother while his father was having sex with him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing but I couldn’t.