The warm breath was back beside her ear, hair touching her face. ‘My hand is between my thighs, where your face was this morning. My finger is cares...ing my lips as your tongue did. Do you remember? How you slithered between my lips so softly, imagining I was asleep. How you lapped at me and covered me with kisses. My finger is just one knuckle deep, mm, now two. I am wet.’ A slight disturbance, more rustling fabric. ‘My nipples are hard too. My finger is rolling one as your lips rolled it this. 'He's thinking about sex of some sort. Probably thinking of us doing more than make out.' 'What's wrong with you guys making out?' said Dave. 'Hey man, I'd do it in a second if Sarah wants too, but I'm not so sure she's up for it..' 'What? I am if you are. You slut!' The next thing I know Angie walks over to Sarah and straddles her legs, and puts her arms around her neck. They treated Dave and I to several minutes of very sensual kissing, before breaking apart and getting slightly. A small finely wrought padlock held a tiny key.This was terribly important. My studies of S&M meant I knew the implications clearly. I lifted the wider chain, speechless, heart thumping, and without hesitation placed it around my throat. It was a collar, not a necklace, and it spelled not so much a change, but a full confirmation of our relationship. Holding the collar in place with one hand, I dropped the padlock into Margaret's open palm. A Bach cantata played softly, ethereally, adding to. I discovered Carly liked to watch cartoons — as long as they weren't too mature. Ren and Stimpy lost her completely and she didn't really get the idea behind Pepe le Pew. Even Bugs Bunny seemed a little challenging sometimes. But she loved Daffy Duck and the Roadrunner.Mostly what she did was housework. That woman was a dynamo, cleaning, vacuuming and dusting everything, not to mention mopping, scrubbing the bathrooms, doing laundry and making beds. Since Jody and I were both housework.