‘Give me ten, he’s just at the bar!’She ended the message with that winking face again. It was either a good ruse or Laura was getting cocky �... so to speak. I went to the fridge and grabbed the coke, then took the half bottle of Jack from the cupboard under the TV. I poured myself two fingers and topped the tumbler with coke. I may as well enjoy this.My phone lit up a quarter of an hour later. No message. Two attachments. The butterflies had become hummingbirds! I downloaded them and. At such moments one will do anything.?Laura,? said Stephanie, ?I have to ask you formally: are you willing to go ahead with this? Will you consent to wearing the collar of a slave???Oh yes, Stephanie, I am! I will! Let me feel the collar close around my neck!? Stephanie shut the collar with a loud, ominous First Click, signifying she was a prospective sale, but was not irrevocable, being easily undoable by an authorised member of staff with access to the computer. Stephanie was amazed at. She had started flirting with men again recently. Though she had found this difficult at first. She broke down in tears in a bathroom at work one day after flirting with a player she was helping to rehab. But slowly she was becoming more and more comfortable with reintroducing herself to this part of her life. Recently, Rebecca had been flirting with a younger man whom she often saw when playing squash. One quite recent time Rebecca had seen him she had pushed the flirting even further. She. But Thrak had discipline. So would I.Lust unrestrained was just chaos. Just thrusting my cock in anything was what a beast did. I had purpose here. I had intention. I need Iliasa to admit what I knew she felt. Her pussy clenched around my cock, almost sucking at it.“Huh, Iliasa?” I asked.She quivered, squirming, her breasts rubbing against me. Her face contorted in bliss. Her eyes squeezed shut. She whimpered and moaned. I loved her fight. Her struggle. She thought this was wrong, but I would.