’ It was a gold toned chain belt from a dress shop, the kind of thing you wear to give a light knit dress some shape, with one end hanging down afte... it goes around the waist. I saw that she had added to the belt a tag, the kind of customized thing you find at a pet store: ‘ jenn/ return to Diane’ with her phone number. The belt and the tag were cold against my skin. ‘We need to make it clear what you are, an owned slave not just a random naked woman, nice as that is.’ She went back to the. Though now fully clothed, but for the lack of bra and buttons on half the front of her blouse, she felt more vulnerable than when she had been when she had been locked inside, naked with no access to clothing.Celine was a naturally shy person. For her, being put on display in public was far more difficult than making herself available for anonymous sex in private.This time she was not surprised to be kept standing in the middle of the lobby for ten minutes – she had no watch to time herself,. I felt my butt crack getting wet with his shot and it dripped down to drench my panty too. I lay in his arms there for some time and he kissed me slowly and gently this time. I felt his fluid trickling me down so I excused myself to go to bathroom and washed myself nicely and my panty was filled with his fluids, I took it off and washed it and let it to dry there and I saw myself in mirror, his fondling had made me pink from top to bottom. I wiped myself with towel and wrapped it around me; it. While she was talking Dan and his father were thinking about what would need to be done to convert part of this trailer’s inside area to where eye exams could be done.Dan told her he was interested in purchasing it but before price could be discussed she asked if Dan was interested in purchasing a seven year old Chevrolet Silverado that had seventy five thousand miles on it. She said the vehicle was used to pull this trailer but she felt uncomfortable in driving it because of its size and was.