Since I don't have a land line phone, I got rid of it to save on expenses; I can't even call the police to report the robbery.Shit, I let my head drop...and start crying. God damn that Rence. If he hadn't deserted me for that child, none of this shit would be happening. The two of us should be exploring Europe together by now. There should be a special place in hell for men who desert a woman just because she gets a few lines or wrinkles. As much as I love him, Rence is fucking crazy. Why the. This made her invite me to her house for dinner. I readily accepted to which she said “Looks like you are too excited” and I replied, “Never knew my weekend would be so good that I get to spend time with such a hot lady”. These naughty talks went on while driving to her house and we were more comfortable now.We had some good dinner and sat in her balcony and spoke for a while. She just went inside and came out after a while wearing her new dress which was a one-piece black dress. I was blown to. "The rules are on the wall by the back door."She walks to the sliding-glass back door and reads the rules posted there, trying to not let her naked body go in front of the door. The paper reads:°No clothes in the house unless we have company°Wear your collar at all times in the house and yard°Do your chores on time°Never pee without my permission, unless I'm asleep or gone°Never leave the house without my permission°Never orgasm without my permissionShe kisses her Master's cheek. "Yes, Sir."He. It was all quiet natural and perfectly acceptable even in public, well almost in public.Well, you guessed it. Because of my fetish and long unfulfilled fantasy I never failed to grow an erection. Having been raised in a proper home I was taught to never stare at a person. Do you have any idea just how hard it is to keep from looking directly at a woman that is breast feeding? I did what my upbringing had taught me and used only my peripheral vision trying to catch a glimpse.Now comes the point.