For a second I am blind, as my room is back to near full dark. When my eyes accustom, I notice a leash and a collar are hanging on the end wall beside...my locker. What the hell are these things for? Does every room have them? I slide empty beer can number five into the locker and pop number six. Might as well go for the soda. I take a big gulp from can number six and set it down on the end table. My fingers run off and begin to touch the collar. I lift it off the hook and bring it close. The. I thought it was a bad idea to ask me to speak in whole sentences during body contact, especially when my armpits and the side swells of my boobs were involved.“Uhhm,” I started eloquently, “I… I guess you have to do your job to the best of your- uh, knowledge and belief, so… do your…” I almost said ‘worst’ but figured that would be just a bit too forward. We’ll come to that tomorrow, a voice in my head reminded me, and my mouth tripped a little over the word “duty”.Standing close enough to me. He worked extra chores to get enough money and stole away one Saturday to go up in one of those rickety flying machines. He was grounded by his parents for over a month but his love affair with flying started then. He read up on planes every chance he got and by the time he was 17, he had his license. School and sports, like flying came easy to him. Captain of the Princeton ice hockey and a top student, Aaron’s rugged good looks gave him no trouble with the ladies either. He stood just under. " She ate your pussy too?!" Matthew interrupted."Oh yes, very well too. Almost as well as you did. She said that you wouldn't say anything, that you'd just drop your pants, walk up behind her and start fucking her."Matthew laughed. "She's probably right." And that gave me an idea. If I can get her into bed again and let you know, will you walk in and start fucking her?" Oh fuck, I'd love to. I have no idea how our relationship is likely to survive this though." Well, she's fucked me, you've.