Tony was pleased the way the day had gone. His method of delivering the magazines had worked wonderfully well, and to celebrate, he opened a bottle of...his best wine.Yvonne on the other hand, almost felt herself blush when her husband arrived home, and later on, when they were fucking, she was tormented by guilt, and vowed that she'd not do that again.* * * *Tony had minimal contact with his neighbour over the next few days. It wasn't by choice. He found he had business matters to. To spread her ass cheeks wide open, as wide as they would go, and stare into her secret, shameful hole. Her most private space. Her anus. Her asshole. Her rectum. Natalie’s rectum. Her shithole. I still hadn’t seen her asshole properly due to the vanilla nature of our sexual relationship, but I was struggling to wait any longer. I wanted to see her anus so badly. To even just look at it. Observe it. Smell it. And finally of course to inspect it, with all the bodily tools available to me. Yes,. I was shocked and turned on wondering what shelooked like and what she thought about them? I left them out several times over the next week and always found them the same till one Friday. Instead of my three rubber rings ,there was also three colored elastic rings.! Before leaving for work the next day I stacked all the rings together just to see what would happen next ! When I got home I was shocked again. On the stand with the rings was a choker style dog collar ! That night I put on all. The car door opened and a man jumped out.Lisa ran down a side alley. Fucking bitch. Whore. Come on back.The horn blew and they drove off.Lisa could not believe it. Had the world gone mad? She ran down the alley making sure to get away from the Cadillac.She ran and ran. She could not be taken again.Down the alley she ran to a cross alley. Blue lights flashed, a siren beeped shortlyand a spot light lit up her path.The Police. OHHH. Finally, it was over. Oh OH. Lisa could not believe the.