She looked down. “Your such a dick, get this thing off of me so i can go to bed.” she ran her hand through her hair, combing it with her fingers.... “It doesn’t come off, but don't worry most people can’t see it if i don't want them to. This collar is a physical representation of our relationship.” “We do not have a relationship. “ she snapped at him. The collar tightening around her neck. “Take that back right now! We do not lie to each other. You want this or that collar would not be. I reread Upfield's An Author Bites the Dust, as murder in a fictitious Melbourne suburb was the closest I could get to Sydney (actually, the one about the Kelly Gang would be nearer in distance, but further in reality). Rachel took her book on the folktales of Indians in the American north-west. We had a fine time: together, comfortable, peaceful. After a few hours we walked home, stopping to get some take-out from Thai Times. After dinner, we went to bed for peaceful togetherness.We cleaned. I open my mouth to beg and you slamyou cock into my throat. I gag hard from the filthy taste of my own ass as your shoveyour cock further down my throat. My face burns with humiliation as you facefuck me. You look down into my tear streaked face, feel my hands clutchinghard on your hips. I feel your cock start to swell before you throw your headback and start shooting your cum deep down my throat. My throat works fast,trying to swallow all of your precious cum. I start to choke and your cum. "So, you wanna show me your bedroom, sexy?" he asked eagerly.I smiled and led him up the stairs towards Veronica's room, swaying my hips, making my ass wiggle to ensure he caught an eyeful under my tight dress.As soon as we entered the room his hands were all over me, caressing my body and grabbing my ass ferociously. He rubbed his hands around my body, thrusting his pelvis against my petite frame.I'd never felt so sexy or wanted as he pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and.