When I reached for my smock Lanti stopped me. "You don't need a smock now Honey-Child," she said. "You'll get a pretty collar like mine though." She b...nt over so I could see the collar around her neck. I thought it was wonderful. I'd much rather have a nice leather collar than my ratty old smock.I was a slave. I was five years old.Being a slave was great at first. We only got two bowls of thin gruel a day, sometimes with vegetables, but we always got a meal, and we got to travel. Lanti was in. Instead they had a reliance on the delusion of their ambitions.These were ambitions that made a woman cold and a man look elsewhere. These were drives and wants that made a woman look for something better than what a lowly but loving man could offer her. Perhaps he was dreaming, because within the world he dreamt about—with soft hands touching and probing the parts of his face that hurt terribly—love was the only element necessary that bound a man to a woman. All of the other accoutrements that. " she then added before I could respond."Better make that one a nicer café' then," I said grinning at her as we headed on in to Jackson Hole.After we had in fact gotten ourselves something to eat, we pulled into a KOA, one with laundry facilities. After checking in and getting our spot, Becky headed over towards the showers and laundry area. I was in need of a shower myself, and followed her over. It was late, and no one else was inside as she dumped everything she owned into one of the. ?Told the little bastard, I was having my period and he dropped me off at home.? She slurred her words as she looked longingly at Casey. ?Couldn’t stand fucking him tonight, so just gave him a quick hand job in his car on the way back. Still, look what he did!? She held up a ripped stocking, stained with dried semen and pouted, ?the jerk ruined a perfectly good pair of nylons!?Casey kneeled behind her and massaged Brit’s shoulders. ?Lets’ get you out of these old things, roomie,? she said.