Darrien, became much more serious. "I'm sorry to have heard about your loss. It has been a while and I hope you are better. I have heard that you are ...truggling financially. I don't know if you are aware but there is a pageants for older attractive women like yourself." He went on to explain that this pageant was a private affair that was by invitation only. That rather than having to pay an entry fee, each contestant was given $500 for entering. All the clothes, make-up and transportation. You could see them thinking they shouldn't be finding what they regarded as an old slapper a turn-on, yet they couldn't help themselves. She stood next to them, swaying slightly. One lad immediately put his arm round her waist, saying: you look like you could use a drink. Mum giggled and said: well, my boyfriend's meeting me later, but I'll have one with you, and ordered a white wine. Good girl, I thought. The lads started chatting to her with the usual questions; was she on holiday, where. Just as he feared, everything was gone.While fighting back tears, he proceeded to unload his car, trying to keep himself busy. Once he had finished unpacking and putting his stuff away, he closed and locked the front door. After removing his coat and gloves he sat at the table, took in a deep breath, then let out a long slow sigh, as he picked up the key.Glancing around the room, his eyes settled on the envelope taped to the white board with his name written in Becca's gently flowing script.. She knew it was a fake of course but nobody else would, it looked as real as a real one, she just had to make sure nobody tried to scan it!Unable to resist you picked up the collar again and locked it around her neck. This time when she looked at herself in the mirror she almost feinted with excitement, there she was, a naked slave staring back at her, collared and barcoded, everybody would see her as just another slave, a sex toy with no human rights whatsoever, a toy to be used and thrown.