I removed my shirt and put it on his table."Nice, better than I expected. But you don't have a single mark on your body. We are going to change that l...ter. For now, open that cupboard and take out the collar on the second shelf."Collar? What collar? I opened the door to see a black leather collar, with the text: `Evan's Slave` written on it. I understood where this might lead to and what I may have to give up for this job."What are you waiting for? Wear it on your neck. Now." Evan ordered. The. I patted her dry and told her to pick what she wanted to wear today. While she ran to her closet skipping picking out her under-things. She wanted to pick out her dress, shoes and a ribbon for her hair.I went to her drawers and picked out an undershirt, pair of training pants, and a pair of fancy panties to match the dress she picked and then went and got her a crinoline knowing she had to have that! She stood their with her arms straight up in the air and I knew this morning she wanted to be. Her breasts were opulent. I could see the beautifully curved underside of each breast swooping up to the jutting nipples. I cannot, even now, find words which describe that beauty. Perhaps she has captured it in the diary. My feeling was overwhelming. I felt warm from the closeness, but more than that, the sight of her breasts and body conveyed an emotion that I struggle to describe. Words caught in my throat, yet I felt wonderful. I felt like king of the world. I could have done anything at. I had climbed onto the bed, and introduced my erection to Brenda's soft and silky opening, and she very obligingly opened her legs wider to provide me with better access. In the end, the strain of keeping her mouth clamped on Doreen's sex whilst simultaneously granting me full access rights to her proved too much so she settled down onto Doreen's stomach, which was a comfortable place to be, and concentrated on extracting as much enjoyment as she could from her situation. Of course, this left.