.. “What do you think about when you masturbate?”“Lots of things.”“What did you think about last time you masturbated?”“A guy owning me,...making me wear a collar 24/7, and taking me whenever he felt the urge.”That was one of Marcie’s more common fantasies.“Do you ever masturbate thinking about me?”“Yeah, sometimes.”“What did you think about last time you did?”“I thought about going down on you, but you grab my head and really use me. You’re basically fucking my face.”Hot. But not useful.“Do you. “Yes Sir” said Kate with a now puzzled mind.As soon as Kelly had closed the bathroom door she checked out the clothes he had given her. “What the fuck” she mumbled staring at a pair of grey panties. They were very thin and seemed to be made from cotton; she was sure they were not new. Then black bras which seemed new but old fashioned; they were the correct size for her 34 inch chest. Finally a thin cotton nightdress it seemed very short. “What the fuck” was all her mind could muster again. 30pm, it was winter time so the light was very dim outside and the bedroom light was off, only the light of the hallway shone in, I asked is it better she said yes, I innocently moved on top of her she was still facing down on the bed as I did not want her to see what I had done to my jeans buttons it was just to relive the throbbing pain that occurred against the jean, I took the opportunity to just fantasies and look at her perfect ass and her thin trouser, she was not wearing anything below. Thanks fer lookin' out fer me." Ya're welcome, ma'am. Mind tellin' me what that dustup was all about?" Jimmy wuz lookin' fer his girlfrien', Mary. He beat her an' she didn't have the gumption ta leave 'im. They weren't married, but Jimmy acted like they wuz. I don't know why he wuz lookin' fer her, this time, but ya kin bet it wuzn't fer nothin' good!" Well, I'm glad I was able ta he'p. My compliments ta the cook. Goodbye, ma'am." I'll tell Giuseppe what ya said. He don't often git compliments.