That sweet,yet spicy vanilla and black perrer scent. Only now there was something more. I loved it! I didn't know what it was and I didn't know what I...was doing,all I did know was I didn't want to stop.I licked for all I was worth. Anytime I felt juice coming from her,I started to suck harder. My face shook from side to side and my tongue was like a snakes,my nose buried as deep as I could get it,into her asshole. I couldn't stop! Even If I wanted to. Her cries were like an a****ls but I. There was a small padlock locked to the ring."Helen, she still has the collar on." It's customary. She'll wear it home. You'll see girls who come to the club in a collar. If she has a padlock on it, it means she's a previous 'victim'. It's quite a status symbol."I pointed to a girl at a nearby table. "You mean that girl over there has been..." Yes. That lock on her collar means she was selected on one occasion or another." Really? Her? I'm sorry I missed that. Helen, you do realize that you. Thisforced him to bend over until he was staring at his knees. His armswere bent at the elbows and pulled back between his legs. Leathercuffs bound his wrists together and a chain was hooked to D rings andthen up to a similar ring on the front of his neck collar. Harry foundhimself held helplessly in this bent over position staring at hiswrists and his slightly spread legs. He could see the hook that heldhim but he could never free himself. Someone else would have to dothat for him.He. Judy had put the kids to bed and was off in the bedroom presumably getting ready for bed. I opened a beer and kicked back to a baseball game. In about the 3rd inning, Judy wandered into the living with that same pair of short gym pants and the t-shirt that had been covered with cum (it was clean now). She just walked over to me and climbed on top of my chest and before I knew what was going on, she quickly removed the shorts and positioned her pussy right on my face. Not above it, but right on.