As he bit onto my nipples his hand eased under the sheet and between my legs. Under the waistband of panties I was wearing, I could feel him stroking...along the juice trail that I had made, like a small mini rivulet soaking my panties. Then the first guy to touch me simply eased a digit slowly inside my pussy and at the same time bit a little harder onto my left nipple leaving it throbbing while his finger slid in and out a little faster. His head came near to my face and he whispered,“Don’t. She said “I am going to remove your gag but I need you to wear this.” She showed me this goldish looking metal choker. She stepped forward, reaching one arm around my still naked body, grabbing my neck. She started softly playfully giving me nibble like kisses to my neck. She could have done that all day for all I cared. It felt divine. “You are a horny little cunt, aren’t you.” She fastened the choker to my neck. “You know that this is a shock collar. It’s not just pretty. It will knock you on. The old cook came back shaking her head and wringing her hands. "He's gone, Miz Anne. Shot two times far as I can see. Poor man. Poor ole man."Anne hurried upstairs and quickly dressed in an old cambrick shirt and her father's serge trousers, her gardening costume. She pulled on her boots and hurried out to her new stable. Both horses had been shot in the head and lay crumpled in their stalls. She took a deep breath, swallowing a curse and feeling her gut convulse. The barn cat meowed at her. Helen laughed. Marge laughed.I didn?t laugh.* *It was a few days later, a Wednesday, when Tara announced to me that shewas going to have a couple of women from the neighborhood over for tea.Yes, my presence was required.Every so often, Tara said, the women would gather and talk casually,about their marriages, about their jobs, about their kids. Tara thoughtit was time that Charlene took part in one of those hen meetings.And so I wore a summer dress ? blue with white flowers ? and low flats.My.