Father Andrew dismissed Mrs. Crenshaw, and she left, leaving the two alone again."Are you feeling better?" Yes, thank you. Keeping all of this inside,...had been a bigger strain than I thought." Why don't you start at the beginning, and tell me the whole story." All right," said Catherine. She paused for a minute and collected her thoughts. "It all started, three months ago, when I received a large brown envelope at my home. It was addressed to 'C. Matzke'. Inside were the first ten pictures you. He starts by pulling from his pants pocket and placing a black leather collar with an o-ring and jingly small bell around my neck locking it in place with a small steal lock.I get a good look at him, his attire a black suit, black socks under his Italian leather shoes and a simple wristwatch; he could have been any businessman picking up his mistress, but he’s my master.“Take off your jeans and panties.” He asks sternly.I obey quickly I an out of my jeans and panties not without some doing.He. Lorrie ordered a salad and surf and turf; two crab cakes with steak. The wine came and we enjoyed making small talk.The waitress made sure to bend over to go over our order and every time she stopped at the table. We got plenty of cleavage shots including full nipple view. She was either cold or horny because they looked hard as bullets and I noticed that the right one had a ring through it. We also kidded each other about the increase male walk-by traffic.We finished the salad and ordered two. Esha tarpor amar kache ese boslo, ar sorasori amar pant er opor diye amar dhon ta te hat bulate laglo. Hat er sporso peye dhon to tokhon tatiye utheche, o hat bulate bulate bollo, ‘ore baba, tomar jinish ta to besh mota ar lomba mone hocche’. Ami bollam, ‘jinish mane? Oter kono nam nai naki? Nam ta bolo na ekbar please’. Lojja te mukh ta lal hoye galo magi-r, bole uthlo, ‘accha baba achha, tomar purusango ta khub thick and long mone hochhe’. Amar mon ta khushi te bhore galo, bollam, ’right.