When I got behind her, pretending to look at the books in front of her I could see down her shirt at those pretty pink nipples. I knew then that I had...to fuck this girl.So I bumped into her by 'accident' and excused myself. After a bit of talking she smiled at me and touched my arm, now i'm not a bad looking guy, a few tattoos, 5'10, 210, little bigger around the waist. But i had something other guys didn't and that was confidence. I touched her shoulder and told her she was really pretty and. He turned to her and said, could I just kiss you and she thought there would be no harm in that. So she let him, but admits that when she felt his strong young body close to her, smelt his aftershave and the softness of his lips and tongue, that she became quite aroused. Before she knew it he had one hand on her breast and they were French kissing very passionately, though she never intended it to go any further. In fact at one stage she said 'I think we should go now' but he paid little. Her fingers tugged at the band of leather lying against her skin. The material had become brittle and cracked in its old age and frequent use. But still it brought the same excitement to her as that first day so long ago. It had been years since the first time she had snuck into the bathroom with the stolen collar in hand. Something had changed in her that afternoon, and it had all started with a daydream. Kara didn’t know where the dream had come from. It seemed to form within her. Let me only say he was powerful and cruel, and i desperately wanted to get away. By a stroke of luck he died, but his curse remained. i could not ever remove my bondage straps, and on occasion the fake bunny ears even moved with my emotions. Any clothing i tried to place upon my white fluffy top and skirt and boots, all made of the same faux rabbit's fur, instantly became useless and fell to the floor. i think i counted myself lucky that the pink cotton panties he provided me were removable and.