They took a drink, he whiskey, her sherry, then after she had used the toilet they sat watching the clock. she asked, “if she should change, or was ...his alright?”, but was told “NO, you are just as he has asked to have you.” At ten to the hour Terry stood, and then apologised as he took up a collar from a box on his desk top, it was reminiscent of a 3” wide dog collar, he showed it to her, pointing out on the inside, the terrible line of studs, short but like needle points, tiny silver pointed. My cock jerked.Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs perhaps a bit heavy but her round ass was prime, incredible, and the little skirt swayed when she walked, swishing from side to side. It might have been twelve inches long, a kilt. Her shoes were hardly standard, spike heels, about four-inch ones."Sir," she said with a tremble in her voice, Barbie-pink lips pouting, "they said you might help me. I was late registering, missed the train yesterday." She did not seem to be able to stop. I have often been told I am beautiful by my lovers and admirers I could feel that they meant it. I am shorter than him but my lines have been cut to show my female form. But I knew deep down that we were never meant to be, for we came from different worlds. I knew I had a station in life, and he had one as well, and we were never created to be together or share our lives.However, I could not help feeling the way I did about him. Any woman who saw him would feel the same way. If only we could. She didn't have the potential to be a model like her sister, a little shorter and with a more full figure but, Becky was no push over in the looks department. That little extra volume she had on her bones only made the curves of her body more fun to watch. She had an energy around her that led others to listen to what she said, which led to a small bonus for us. The last daughter was Callie, an adorable student who's body fell some where between her two sisters but was no less of a catch. Her.