She took a portable computer and one of the Peters' Drives. Early Friday morning she was in the office carefully going over the financial information ...he thought she would need. Finally, she made arrangements to be driven to O'Hare. If the trip wasn't successful, she wouldn't be coming back to O'Hare to pick up Pete's car ... ever! She boarded the plane.The flight to Los Angeles was the longest flight she could remember. She was so preoccupied, she could barely remain civil to the young lady in. Her skin was as pale as Botticelli’s Venus. Her radiant face was beautifully framed by raven hair hanging straight down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. She was wearing a halter neck black cocktail dress with a hem just above her knees, and her back bare all the way down to her waist. Though Brenda was 40, her breasts were a very perky B cup, with nipples pushing out the fabric of the dress. She looked like a college girl. She stepped forward to greet me. “Pleased. Mistress had company over regularly. I was always required to be naked, except for my collar and cage. Her friends delighted in my condition, teasing and humiliating me. Often they'd take turns fucking my ass or watching me repeatedly impale myself on a big dildo mounted on a stool until my little peeped dribbled. I'd always service all of them with my more than willing tongue. Mistress made sure they all understood that I was locked because I was too small to fuck. She regaled them with tales. He questioned her that how was their night session? Mom smiled and gave a flying kiss to him. Then she complimented about the gift the same pink chiffon saree, low cut blouse, light pink peticoat, bra and panties which she was wearing from him, which was selected by Bhau’s wife for another ‘Suhaagraat’ rather a Suhaag Day. Bhau was in his typical villager dress of Dhoti, Kurta and Turban. Then Bhau pulled her legs towards him as her head rested on the pillow and their movements begun as the.