I don’t know what to do, but the party was winding down and some of the frat guys were getting really handsy.”“You did the right thi...g,” I assured her. “Alright, back to my place. I’ll even loan you girls some sweats and drive you home after you sober up and get some sleep.” None of them argued and it was just a short drive back to my place.Luckily Suzy didn’t wake up and start puking until after we pulled her out of my car. My pants and shoes. About that time she leaned over giving me a great view of her ass and fat little pussy hanging there. I could see her fingers working on her swollen clit and then they dart into her pussy. The more she worked on her pussy and nipple the more moans and sighs would escape from her mouth. She was breathing heavy as I snapped away. I started noticing her juices dripping down her inner thighs, I so wanted to lick her juices up for her but I wanted to keep snapping pictures. She then turned to face. She was actually looking at the door to the kitchen, through which Marie had escaped further questions. I reflected on her choice of words. I was to take Lord Malcolm's place. I remembered her, naked, spread wide on her bed, eager to be bred. It was her husband's place to breed her.I sat. Make no mistake. I had no plans to do so. It wasn't proper. But letting her see the results in my trousers, of her flippant remark, was even less proper.She said, "Taste your wine," and then ignored me,. And something like a small box attached to it.“I see you have found my little control toy” Maisy said with a wicked smile on her face. She continued. “What you have got there Mr Hopkins is a converted control collar we fastened to your balls. Originally it was used to stop dogs barking by giving them electric shocks. Course they were banned…but I found one…and this button” she opened her palm to reveal a small black plastic box with a red button. “controls it…I press this little button and you.