"Yes, Master. I look forward to it," she said.That week I did the necessary shopping - going to the hardware store, the craft store, and the pet store...for her collar. I gathered all the needed items for what I hoped would be something she would enjoy, and something that would remove any lingering doubt about this strange new life she had experienced. Our Collaring Ceremony would take aspects of the Rose Ceremony, mixed with aspects of a Gorean ceremony, and some ideas for other couples'. She had finally realized at the ripe young age of seventeen that she was not truly a white girl like she had assumed all the time and that her hated nickname of “Paki” was pretty close to the mark to actually describe her racial background.Still, she didn’t regret giving up her cherry to her passionate classmate James because she knew he didn’t care if she was white, brown or black as long as she had pussy on offer and had a nice smile for him to seal the deal.Grace had always considered. Well, staying over with Ricky, as a houseguest. It was after eleven, so phone calls were done with. I had him to myself all weekend, until Sunday night. What a sweet deal."How many times?" I asked."Oh. I stopped counting. Was I supposed to keep counting?" One hundred and fifty-six," I recited. "One hundred and fifty-seven. One hundred and fifty-eight..." He started counting again."I like your cock up my ass," he confessed. "I liked it when you came in me too. I want to suck your cock some more.. ” He commented as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “She sucks dick better than any whore I know.” He added mildly and I almost stopped fucking his daughter from shock.Jack just smiled. “You want to take a hole, old man? I’ve got plenty to spare.” He motioned, offering up any girl in the room.“I wouldn’t mind. Isn’t he a generous son?” Mr. Dryden directed at me. I nodded, too stunned to speak, as Mr. Dryden stripped down right in front of me and climbed onto the bed. I felt Lucy.