Michael's next package was heavy enough to be the solid steel constraining devices and leather wear that would be so much fun to use on his mother. He...hoped Santa had got the sizes right. Mom had quite a slender neck, so Michael was pretty sure that he could use his own dog's studded collar if Santa's gift wasn't right, but the rest of the all-black, slick-and-shiny slut suit with every appropriate opening for easy accommodation was 'bound' to be perfect. The hand cuffs, ankle chains, ball gags. It had hurt, even as I knew it was ridiculous to be so affected by a fictional character. I'd had to save the game and go cry, like I was now. But it was nothing next to knowing what it actually felt like, watching Alistair walk away from me. I turned away from Alistair, embarrassed to be seen so emotional over what he would assume was a stupid game.I should have known better; I felt his hand on my shoulder, his arm move around me, and before I knew what had happened I was sobbing into his. ‘Let her suck at your nipple for another minute.’ She angled herself a little better for my viewing pleasure. ‘Brush her hair to the other side, I want to see her face.’ She did as I told her. The wife looked at her face and I could see the corner of her smile before going back to the other glorious nipple and devouring it. I motioned the come hither signal with my index finger. ‘Do this for her. Let her come to you and suck on her lip.’ My excited Lioness followed suit. She gestured her. Nick has really changed. But, then again, so have I." Nick was the one that helped you with your weightlifting, right?" Warren nodded. "How do you think you've changed, Warren?" I'm a lot more at ease in social situations. I'm more at ease with people than I ever have been." Well, you're dating a social butterfly." They both laughed."Yes, I am. And she has helped me with this immensely. Everybody thinks that I help her out with some of her shit-she helps me out just as much. I'm more at ease in.