The funny thing is that I was deathly afraid of what my mom would think. Although she herself was a lesbian, her parents didn't know and it was somet...ing that she didn't tell anyone. It was a total secret. She talked to me and Sara about finding boys, marrying, having k**s, stuff like that, but never gave us any clue that she was a closet lesbian. I know she would never have wanted her parents to find out, and she was someone who cared a lot about appearances and what others thought. I'm. To us, a Master is someone we please not because we have to, but because we choose to and want to. Can you look at my collar and read what is says.”Morgan did as asked and audibly gasped, “It says you are Property of Jeremiah Winslow, if you are not his slave, how can you be his property?”Aimee, “I wear this collar because I want to or better yet, I chose to wear this collar. The real big difference is that I can remove this collar anytime I want too. The deal is that he may use me anyway he. "Not bad," she thought. "Eight times in a day and a half. With any luck, we can get into the double digits before heading back home."She was lying on her back crosswise on the bed, and Tim had an arm and a leg on top of her. The sheets were in shambles. As her mind focused, Sandy suddenly realized that her muscles were extremely sore. "Boy, my lack of bed time with Tim has let me get out of shape," she thought. "I really need to do something about that." Trying to loosen up her muscles, Sandy. I withdrew and strained in all the way and felt myself spurt three times, the fire of ecstasy spreading throughout my body, then subsiding to embers. I stayed pressed with my loins against her butt while I regained my balance after the orgasm. Then I had her stand up and turn around, and I kissed her lovely face while she looked at me with pure love. After a few seconds I indicated we were through.She dropped to her knees, fingered my testicles and gave my penis a gentle kiss, then rose and.