It all started for her in high school. Jezebel had an experience in high school that was not like most girls. Jezebel was outgoing, sweet, and had the...boys going crazy. Jezebel had almost no female friends in high school. She felt they were too bitchy and cliquey.Her friends were almost all guys. She gave girl advice to some of them. She hung out with them like one of the guys. She was a football fan, played video games, and came to appreciate cars.“You’re like a guy’s dream girl!” One of her. "No, Sir." I respond, quietly. "I never thought about how it'd feel to have the dog's collar around my neck." That much was true... I watched, nervously as you set aside a bundle of odd products that had been tucked under one arm. I watched, mesmerized as you held the collar, an end in each hand. I watched, feeling fright enter my mind, as you pulled taut the collar, stretching the leather strap, the rhinestones glinting in the cold, fluorescent lighting. I cringed, as you moved closer,. She held one speaker to my ear for the entire track. I have had blow jobs that excited me much less than this did. We talked some more both apologising repeatedly for our linguistic limitations, though my apologies were the more merited as I was on a flight that started and finished in a country that spoke her language. As the lights were dimmed and the plane quietened we stopped talking tried to sleep, our bodies, or at least our arms, pushing on each other. The ostensibly innocuous pressure. You return my gaze as he kisses down your body and pulls off your pants, down past your hips to the floor. The thong you wear matches the camisole top and he plants kisses on your belly as he removes this too."Come over here, Tyler," you say.I lift myself from the chair and approach the bed. You unbutton my shirt, little gasps escaping between kisses down my torso as Octavio's tongue finds your wet slit. I shrug my shirt off as you unfasten my belt, my zipper, and then push pants and boxers.