Hand me the collar” She comes forward and hands me a three inch posture collar. Lifting it over your head and around your neck I pull it tight and ...uckle it securely in place. It bites into your neck. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Hands behind your back”You place your hands behind your back. Holding your wrists with one hand I take a zip tie and place it over your hands. I quick pull and your wrists are drawn together immobilising them. The plastic cuts into your wrists. “There. It excites me not to wear underwear.- Why?- Because I’m a whore.- Well, here! It’s not that hard to tell the truth! Now jerk off in front of me and do it right, I want to see you wet!The hand trembling, my wife goes down to her sex, and begins to caress her private lips, in front of this hideous man she despises. Her movements are slow. She lingers a bit on the clitoris and sometimes inserts the middle finger into the vagina. The neighbor took out his cock again and masturbates too. After a few. "You sure you're old enough for wine?" Sorry," he said. "Guess I'm not used to fancy stuff." He put the glass down and looked at her. "I'm ... I'm glad to see you again," he said.She smiled at him. "And I you," she said, touching his cheek tenderly. "Imagine, my little Robbie, all grown up." They began to talk about their earlier lives, recalling memories that made them both laugh. Anita asked about his sister Dory, and was surprised to learn that she was expecting. "We'll be calling you Uncle. "She followed my gaze. Took in the mountains in the distance, smiled and nodded.So we left. She was still signed off with a doctor's record forged by Mike. I only had a shitty assignment on the books, but heading into the sunrise still felt like truanting. I had a nervous energy as we parked partway up and hiked through the forest and beyond to the summit. A spark I'd not felt in a long time. Couldn't tell if she felt it too. I hoped so.Three weeks. Four breakfasts. Five mile round trip up a.