I raise my hand to cover the memo that’s inside my pocket, and I pat it a few times against my chest. ‘I will not look, and I won’t show this to...anyone.’ Then pronto, like that, mutually we seem comfortable with the new arrangement, and once more we’re back to enjoying our time together. In one form or another, we’ve both participated in opening up, taking risks, and sharing discretely. Thus between us, the emotional balance has been made right again since each of us has traded, by respective. Thank you, Sir." "The time has come to commit to each other more deeply." "S... Sir?" she asked, her eyebrows rising. Clasping my hands together in front of me, I continued, "I want to collar you. I want to formalise what we are to each other." "I... I'm already happier than I ever thought possible, Sir." I smiled down on her. She had an uncanny ability to say the most delightful things at just the right time. "It's a natural progression," I continued. "One that signifies a change towards. She then took off her top and trousers so she was in simple white matching underwear. Already her panties were beginning to go see through as her excitement continued to grow. She lay flat on the bed and passed the handcuff around one of her bed posts attaching it to her other hand. Unable to get free she knew her brother would come help her. "Mark, Mark I need help" she shouted. Within seconds Mark burst into her room. He paused realizing it was a set up but quickly noticed that tight pussy. Wearing a tiny pair of hiphugging white shorts and a green tanktop, browsing things on the internet.There wasn't really anything to do, and I was starting to get bored....and horny. Out of habit a hand started to gently find it's way downtowards my crotch, the hand on the mouse clicking towards a porn site.I sifted through the titles, finally settling on one.'Hot lesbos in the bathroom'Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not a lesbian. I've had a few boyfriends,all of which were very pushy when it.