‘You do it,’ I said. She took it nervously. The collar didn’t mean much to me, but for her I knew it had deep significance. I knew because I’d...wanted her to wear one for me once and it was one of the few times she’d ever objected, begging me not to make her wear it. It had implications of deep commitment and belongingness for her, things she felt we’d be mocking, the way our relationship was. It didn’t mean that for me, though, and this was my scene. I wanted to see what it felt like, so I. The modern internet only fueled the speculation with some of the postings from within the kingdom.Sunday night I met the RRT at the airport welcoming them back. They were staying in the motel for the night then Monday night all 30 were going in five man teams to six different embassies in South America. When they returned next Saturday they would be here for two weeks setting up the security for the debates.Monday I was glad to spend the day at KCC. I was even happy to see Bob Jackson and Mr.. Her head tossed, her straight, black hair dancing. Then she bucked. Her desk groaned as she trembled through her orgasm. It was so obvious that she was cumming hard. That she was gasping out her orgasmic bliss. The sounds of her passion echoed through the classroom.“You pussy-munching dyke!” moaned Dominique. “That's fucking it. Yes, yes, drink that cream!”“Yummy!” squealed Izolde, her voice muffled by that hot snatch she snorkeled in.Mrs. Spartan smiled as she watched her newest slut cumming.. I got the sense that she didn't care to dwell on that part of her life, so I never pressed the matter.One evening in March, roughly two months after our memorable day trip, we were hanging out together, engaged in one of our late-night talks. I guess the stars aligned just right that night, because Wendy decided to open up and bare her soul, starting with the tale of the wayward boyfriend who'd led her down a path that would profoundly affect her life."I was nineteen years old when I met him,".