But Ruth said, you’re my lover now. I know there a big age difference between us (I was 34 and she was 53, which is nine-teen years) but I love you,...and this choker will show to everyone that you are my “collared woman”. Now I knew what a “collared woman” was. It was a long term commitment to never sleep with another woman. Any gay women who saw that I was wearing this large gold collar would immediately recognize that I was a “collared” woman and was unavailable for sex. In the lesbian. ..I'll pay you tomorrow."My mouth was forced open and a few small objects dropped in. I tried to spit them out but Christa closed her hand over my mouth and pinched my nose shut so I couldn't breathe! When she saw my throat swallow she let go and I could breathe again.My pants were pulled off, as well as my shirt and shoes, and then I felt my boob wrapping being unravelled. The relief I felt at not having my breasts uncomfortably bound anymore was far overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of. I knew the best and fastest way to get this girls attention was to show off a lil, which I love doin every now and then anyway. I jumped over the bar and asked the bartender what she needed help with. I could tell by the look on her face she hadnt been bartendin in this kinda situation long, yet she knew her drinks so I was sure she wasnt much of a rookie. I made the margarita for my sexy lil lady friend, helped the simily new bartender out some with the waitin customers, and hopped back over. Even in his pajamas, he was sexy. With every puff and exhale of smoke, my heart quickened just as it had during our courting days, when we were "hooking up" and nothing more. I bent over his chair and kissed him.I cannot remember the last time we kissed so deeply or so passionately, our tongues interlocking as new lovers once more. He no longer worried about disgusting me with his smoker's mouth, and I was no longer disgusted by it. I was transfixed. The smoking had become a turn-on, and as we.