I only knew Colleen casually as the lady with the small bulldog that often passed by our house, walking her dog. We had exchanged head nods, smiles an... an occasional “hello”, but other than those casual greetings, and up until this point, I hadn’t really noticed Colleen.Colleen wasn’t holding back. Her small boobs bounced up and down as my cock slid and out of her pussy.“Fuck me!” Colleen extolled as I put my hands on her small boobs. I slipped my hands down to her waist as she leaned forward,. My pet put an end to that by explaining that she needed me there. Not wanted. Needed. “No, Ma’am. I need her here with me. This isn’t easy for me and I want Miss Francie with me. Don’t try to make her leave. Please.” The discussion went on about the rape, the beating and all that, some eleven years ago.The doctor came in, talked to Cheryl and tried to ask if she wanted me out of the room. She got a touch agitated, but much to the doctor’s dismay, I went to the exam table, pulled her into a hug. He had been afraid that she would somehow let it slip to her daughter that he had passed several evenings in kissing and caressing the older woman's breasts. He kissed Susan very gently, and she opened her mouth and sent a hungry tongue probing at once. Breaking the kiss he moved her away slightly, not relinquishing the pressure on her breast, and looked at her quizzically."Please be careful with me," she said in a tiny voice, "I've never had a man inside me before, but it shouldn't hurt, my. Tonight, it was a party of six business guys up for a good time. As usual Mistress took me to the pub for a late lunch around two. When we returned home, I was told to strip and shower, ready for the evenings show. I reported to my Mistress clad only in leather slave collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. She told me to kneel at her feet, head bowed. ‘Into your cage, bitch’ she said. I turned and crawled on all fours across the bedroom and into the cage. Mistress followed me and closed the iron.