Second, while Jeff was involved in a lot of my humiliation, most of it was done remotely, where he would tell me in advance what to do, but I would do...it myself. For the most part in school, we still acted like friends. If I ever walked into school wearing a collar and leash and being led around, I was pretty sure he would have someone else do it.So the fact that Anne had decided that I was a slave, and that I was Jeff's slave, meant that she had been paying far better attention than anyone. His sister Clara looked sad and seemed to have been crying. Jess clenched his jaw, glared at his father and walked away.Jess got into his truck and sat behind the wheel for a moment. He opened the door so he could see to put the key in the ignition. When he did that he saw his check book and other personal papers in the passenger side of the truck. It looked as if the drawers of his desk had just been dumped in the seat and floor boards. The extended cab behind the seat was filled with his. Each time she bent over or turned around I would catch a glimpse of her ample breasts. “Do you miss anything since you moved away” she asked, I blushed and said not much but some things yes. As I’d been up early she said she would have a shower and then make me breakfast while I sorted out my papers at my parent’s house. I left with the biggest hard on I think I’ve ever had and sure enough when I got up in to my old bedroom there she was fresh out of the shower drying herself off. I couldn’t. She turned off the water and squeezed out water from her hair, then she pulled back the curtain and there she was, I can’t describe my feeling’s as she stepped out and reached for a towel and started to dry off her body, I was shaking. The way her breasts moved as she dried them and her pink nipples got larger, and stood out from those perfect firm breasts. Then I dropped my vision to her perfect black triangle of her pussy, and as she rubbed and dried herself. I just kept staring at her mound.