"Ah, I don't wanna get all gushy on you, but I was thinking the same thing today. Especially after what happened last year," said a smiling Zach. "Tha... was one for the record books."They both smiled as they remembered. A year ago. the two of them had been in a hot and heavy relationship. They'd spent Valentine's Day together in Milwaukee. A nice hotel, a wonderful dinner, and dancing had led to a long night of sweaty, passionate sex. It had probably been the best night they'd spent. Yes. YES YES. I'm... so... close..." Janet pulled Katie to her eager mouth, and began to more frantically lick and suck her pussy, eliciting more moans and more pleading for relief.Ever so slowly, I closed the door to the bedroom. I made no sound. I had not been noticed. I preferred it that way.I felt dead inside. As if the spark of life within me had simply been snuffed out. I wasn't angry. I wasn't sad. I felt like a robot. An emotionless robot.I quietly went downstairs to the kitchen, found. ”“Well, you weren't sucking my cock good enough to earn my come, slave.” He still hadn't gone past the fact that she went to sleep still angry last night. He wanted to resolve that before She looked hurt. “Am I your wife or your slave?” she asked. “I thought you wanted me to be your wife when we were alone like this.”“I'm your husband... and I need to be your Master,” he said. “When I put the Collar on Mandy last night... I got some feedback, or something. I could feel it changing me, making. The Activists were the ones with too many bumper stickers, ones with too many opinions. Half the time their back seats were full of junk, like they were garnering supplies for some sort of covert mission for PETA. The White Bitches were my least favorite, thinking that whomever they were driving were the most precious cargo on the highway, and needed to get them wherever they needed to go, even if that meant cutting me off and making me swerve into the guardrail. Not a good time.Generally.