He said. I asked, what? Just that I could ever see you in one of them, and we both burst into laughter. Seeing my reaction, he felt a little relaxed a...d could gather courage to communicate further about the same. Is your collection large, he enquired.I could see the naughty looks in his eyes. Do you have many colors or is it just one of them. I told, the colors are more than he can find on a shade card at paint shop. Do you ever wear them, or they are just for collection.I said, I am wearing. "Help her," I told Jane.They laid her down on the floor, on her belly. Her back and thighs, shredded by the cat, looked like hamburger in stark contrast to her, white and untouched, voluptuous white ass. Jane lightly touched her upper back with the tip of her finger; even that lightest touch elicited a moan of pain from the prostrate girl. Brett returned pushing a small cot on wheels. It resembled a stretcher, of the kind you might find in a public clinic, in one of our inner cities. Its. Pain shot through my balls as they were roughly jerked upward by the leash. ‘I’m a cumguzzlingslut.’ God this was so humiliating and degrading, and they were both enjoying my embarrassment. ‘Well that’s an accurate name at least. And why are you here do you think?’ She responded with a smile. Of course she knew why I was here but she seemed to be revealing in my humiliation. ‘I’m here to give my body to my master for him to fuck for his pleasure’ I replied all the while trying to not cry. ‘I. .. But hey, at least you weren't fired, the way most of the staff was. You cut back on your spending, so things were a little dry for a while and Jennie, your girlfriend, started to whine. When you got fired, hr cold shoulder turned into a gust of wind as she sped out the door, tossing you a bleached-white smile as she dove headfirst back into the local lesbian scene. Which, honestly, you should have done too.But you'd had it with that city, and maybe it was just your shiftless roots, but you.