But then he saw the collar was once again in her other hand. He staggered to his feet, stumbling away from her. ‘No…o…’ He croaked. But then...again he saw the cool droplets of water that covered the bottle. He felt the dryness in his mouth. Oh, how he wanted the water. No! He chided himself. Raell felt the slave’s resolve weaken, and almost grinned. But then it strengthened and she felt a burst of annoyance. She knew all good things took time, but she couldn’t have this slave trying to kill. Again I confessed it turned me on and I was curious about it. Mr Peter's had a look of shock and I could see his bulge in his pants getting bigger. It was time to 'set the hook' . I asked Me Peters how much was his bill, he struggled to say... nothing at all, he was glad he could help. I looked at him and said Mr Peters I can't let you go without thanking you. I reached out and rubbed his growing cock. Mr Peters looked at me and said , that was not necessary, and I knelt in front of him still. Wow....I wondered if I'd be able to recover from this new-found interest and resist temptation in the future. I smiled a littlethinking 'as long as these things aren't left in the bathroom anymoretempting me again I'll be OK.' Yeah......well maybe. We'll see. Hmmmmm. I put my pajamas and robe on and placed the cute socks in the shoes asbest I could remember how they had been when I found them and left thebathroom with them in hand. I sure didn't want to have to face them againif I got up in. What's the worst they could do, punish me? Hell, I enjoyed my punishments anyway."You're the new chick who shows everyone her tits," Daisy's semi-boyfriend, Craig, told me after I got into his car. He was a junior at Eisenhower and Daisy slapped him playfully after he spoke. Like me, she was also a little stoned, still.I giggled. "Not everyone," I said.When we got to his place the three of us lounged in his living room and he lit up a bong. His parents were total new-agers, he explained, and.