It was obviously too close to the wall, so she would be unable to bend down and clean it up, while facing the boy. The only way to get that spot clean...d up, was in the way she had been doing it before. However, doing it like that, she knew she would be showing this boy something she didn't want him to look at.And while she looked at the stain, Sandra was sure that it would take at least another two minutes of hard rubbing to get it away. So, during those two minutes, she would be exposing her. She remembered our first discussion about wearing a collar. I'd told her that though anyone can wear a collar for someone else that doesn't make them a pet. Being a pet is about patience and submitting oneself to another however the Master chooses them to serve. A collar can be taken off whenever and without regard by someone who is not seriously dedicated to their craft and those type of people are definitely not pets, just someone with a fancy for imitation of a specific lifestyle. Likewise. So that night we have our dinner it was quiet windy nite n suddenly lite goes off due to some fault but we managed n slept on the bed…1st was me then she n then her daughter who was of 5 yrs of age…in my mind i was planning to just get a chance she changed her clothes to night gown of blue colors which is just suiting her whitish skin n i can clearly see the black bra n panty with the small light of candle…she was lookin very sexy…my tool was rock hard n i need something…i told her aunty mujhe. ‘Madison, is this you?’ Mary had called me, breathless, earlier this morning. ‘Yes, this is she. May I ask whose calling?’ I was just as breathless myself, chasing after my toddler. ‘Michael, put your pants back on right now! No! Sweetie, stop it — I’m sorry, who did you say this was?’ ‘Madison… its Mary. Do you remember me?’ The voice breathed. Of course I had known who it was from the moment I had heard her voice. I had spent my teen years talking to that voice over the phone long into the.