You need to choose – either you suck me, or I fuck you.”“Look at you Dob, talking dirty with the librarian.”“Answer me,” he demanded while...taking his pants off.“Ooooo! Look at that tortured dick! Listen Dob, I’ll torture you some more. You have written all over me. You’ll need these notes later on, no? So how about we do a mini-photoshoot right here, right now.”Dobbin protested, but to no avail. The next five minutes, the couple moved from table to table, and from darker ends to the lit-up. Katt curled up in my lap and purred softly as I wrapped my arms around her. We were sitting in a chair on the patio, enjoying the warm summer evening.“If there’s one thing I miss, Steve, it’s this,” she sighed a few minutes later.“You always did like curling up in my lap.”“Mikael gave his absolute permission for anything we wanted to do,” she said quietly.“And we’re doing that,” I replied gently. “Can I ask you something?”“Sure.”“Why, after all these years?”“Why not? You certainly aren’t. I opened the box. It was a stainless steel collar. It was beautiful. He told me that this would be an official collar, signifying his property. It would provide protection from others at the club. I would only be required to wear it in this kind of situation. I had to remove my choker, but as he placed the collar on my neck, I felt a rush of blood to my face. My sex, while already leaking from anticipation, flooded my folds. This would show everyone that I was his. It had a single O-ring in. And I can listen to my opera and classical music without complaints. And perhaps at fifteen it’s not a bad thing for Jaz to practice some independence, while being just across the yard and with new batteries in the smoke alarms.They’d wanted to establish themselves, naturally enough - it’s a kind of playing house perhaps - so I’ve got them the big speakers they wanted and left them to it. They still eat with me and go to and fro, and now I’m actually pleased to hear the booming beat filtering.