" Jason, have you seen or heard anything from Richie?" Cassie asked."No, nothing. I don't believe he's taking the same route." I just wish we could've...given him a cell phone, too..." No, it was too risky. We don't know how bad things are with his mother, and, well, he's not the most tech-savvy person around."Cassie sighed. "I know. I just wish..."Jason mounted his bike. "I've got to get going now, Cassie, and I can't talk and ride at the same time. I have to get there before Melissa does.". I knew that I was goingto be Charlene's slave forever. My c was sticking up and almoststraight out, pushing the pants out. Charlene played with my cthrough the pants saying "That's right, nice and hard. Ready toserve! Melissa, you ARE turning out nicely." She laughed againand put on some paten leather low heals on me. Then she pulledthe fur and put it back on me with the collar up so that it wouldbury my face in it. Laughing, she then put on some earrings on meand a gold chain around my. We have a comfortable life in a modest home, just north of Hartford. We exchanged Christmas cards, Birthday cards and the occasional email with Monica and Mike, taking those opportunities to update one another about what has changed since the last card was sent in the post, or simply to say hello. Then in late April I learned that I needed to travel to San Francisco on business to meet with a client. I was scheduled to arrive on Thursday, meet with the client on Friday morning and then travel. I just held it in my hands pretending it was my husband’s cock, imagining it in my arse. Just doing that got me all hot and bothered!Well, it was clear that some reading was needed if I was going to get my needs met, so I lay back on the pillows and started reading. The first chapter was all about anal-sex myths. Some of them I thought were funny, but it did make me feel a lot more confident about what I was about to do. Still, after reading it I was no closer to actually doing it, so I skipped.