Yes Mrs. Cain I slipped the collar around his throat. It was only a slim one, and I did it up just above his Adams apple. I saw him lift his chin slig...tly. It was loose enough that he could breathe, tight enough that it was hard for him to swallow. Can you breathe ok Pet? I asked. I just wanted to hear his slightly choked voice. Yes Mrs. Cain he said. I rummaged through the box of sex toys which had previously contained the collar and the ropes and paddle. There was an assortment of vibrators,. As Gypsy intensified her motions, low moans filled the room. Her hands tightened their grip on her tits as she began to tremble. The muscles in her stomach flexed hard, lifting her upper body out of the water. She threw her head backwards and let out a loud shrill gasp as a strong orgasm rocked her body and she shot a hot stream of her own. She jerked several times as smaller waves of pleasure coursed through her vagina. Finally, Gypsy slid away from the torrent of water that had just dealt her. No lights were visible, although she could see the fire flickering through the net curtains. She paid off the taxi and walked up the drive, thinking that her husband will get a shock seeing her home early. She put her key in the lock, thats odd? she couldn't turn the key. Can't be locked, someone's home. Probably fallen asleep in front of the fire she thought, I'll knock on the lounge window. As she peered through the window she became aware of movement in front of the fire, her eyes became. End of." Oh that's a shame. Especially since I've made some special arrangements. I guess we'll just have to do it without you. It's not as if you're actually essential to the storyline, I just thought you might enjoy yourself." "What do you mean, 'special arrangements'? Who's we?" "I've invited Selena from the pub to come and help. She'll be here in a bit. Did I not mention it? Must have slipped my mind." "Selena!? Who's Selena?" "The young girl who works behind the bar, the one who wears.