I kissed the flatmate’s forehead softly and she sighed.“You know, she and I have done a lot of, uh, kinky stuff together. Not just the stuff you�...ve seen today, but uh, other stuff too.”The flatmate nodded, but avoided making eye contact. Her hand continued to stroke my balls and inner thigh gently.“We can do what you did today?”My friend spoke up.“You want us all to be naked together? For the full day?”The flatmate nodded, her eyes now closed as she breathed through her mouth. My friend. Firm in her convictions, she felt like Joan of Arc, ready to do battle for what she believed was right. There was no other course."Wake up," Martin told her. He was unaware that she only feigned sleep. "You're home now. Wake up, Janet."She turned and shook her head as if to thrust the sleep from her foggy mind. Rather than talk on the drive home, she had pretended to pass out. It saved unnecessary talking and had given her the time she needed to think."I'm awake, Martin," she said as he got out. Same with the wrist cuffs. The keys joined the others, one by one, in an ornate glass jewelry box on her nightstand. They’d be staying home, safe and secure, awaiting her eventual return.Next, the belt. Locked in place around her waist, snug to the point of constricting. It, too, was locked. And finally, the collar. It was thick, limiting her ability to lower her chin. Deftly, she buckled it behind her head, careful not to trap her loose pony tail beneath it, locking it in place as well, the. Unfortunately, I am just above your clit, and you start trying to maneuver your hips to make contact.As you continue to mechanically perform your task, my left hand leaves you. You want to tell me not to stop, but the fucking customers will simply not stop asking for more tickets. There is a constant stream of people and you can not imagine how they can be unaware of the sexual energy threatening to burst this little plywood shack at the seams.Now a lady walks up to the booth with a fist full.