I sat down in a bed of wild flowers leaned back against a tree and removed my shorts, as I reclined there looking out over the pristine view I started...to stroke my hungry wet pussy. I was so horny my hands and legs were trembling uncontrollably as I gently ran my fingers up and down between my dripping labia and hard clitoris. I closed my eyes and was soon lost in my fantasy world, masturbating like a whore while day dreaming of all my unfulfilled sexual fantasies. At one time I thought I heard. She felt her hair pulled aside and then her curiosity was satisfied as Kate buckled a leather collar affixed with a small silver bell around her neck. “Perfect, now you are truly my pet, kitten. In the future, whenever you are under my roof, you will make sure you’re wearing your collar if you wish to please me. And you do want to please your Mistress, don’t you.” Jenny nodded, her shoulder drooping as she stared at the box on the floor, her gaze drawn by the largest of the metal rods. “Yes,. I obliged and tried feeding him into her. It went about three quarters of the way in when she gagged and pulled away. ‘It won’t go’ she complained. ‘I want it all’…. ‘Let me help’ I said. I mustered up a mouth full of spit and spat it in her mouth…..’Spit all over his cock and put your hands behind you and grab your heels’ She followed my instructions. ‘now take a deep breath and stick you tongue out’ …’fucking hell, you know your shit,’ the guy said with a smile on his face. ‘ too right mate,. “What’s the deal, Dawson?” Blake, our New Yorker, asked. “Are you some kind of prissy-boy who needs twelve coaches and a personal valet?”That got a laugh out of everyone. I could see where this might confuse baseball players. In football, I’d seen plenty of other players with personal coaches. Well, never three, but these were my high school coaches and I think this was as much of an adventure for them as it was for me.“You can’t say that,” Dave said.I think everyone thought he was joking, but.