My one hand was rubbing her back and I slowly slid my other hand onto her boobs ! I gently pressed one of them , she moaned and I started pressing the... very hard with both my hands now over her top ! She was breathing very heavily and was getting more and more hot. I was going with full force on her biting her boobs pressing them sucking them over her top . She was pushing my head towards her boobs and her other hand was running through my hair . As I was about to unzip her pants her phone. ”In an almost automatic move, Cathy found herself undoing the buttons on her blouse to allow him greater access. As the last button was released, she felt his other hand move down her back, and with one deft movement her bra clasp was undone, and the garment fell away. She found herself smiling at the ease he'd accomplished it. For many men, this was an almost impossible task.As Tom continued his gentle fondling of her breasts, Cathy turned her attention back towards the television. A woman was. A tee shirt... or a pair of your underwear... andthen... after you're done... cleaning Him up... carefully rinsing out...your cunt rag... and then putting it back on... hoping against hope...that no one ever finds out... that you're wearing a bitch tee shirt...with just the faintest... though unmistakeable smell of dick... blackdick... an article of your own clothing... that's been scrubbing aroundand around... between His legs... deep in His crotch... and all the wayup... underneath... His. As soon as I stepped out of the house, the garage door opened up and Chrissy and the girls were standing there watching me. I could see them laughing when I got to the stone driveway and tried to gingerly step across the sharp stones. With the heavy cooler and the container of snacks and the leash hanging between my legs, gingerly was not possible, and I finally had to just walk normally across the drive and let the pain in my feet add to the humiliation of being naked with a collar and leash.