Most guys were fond ofthem, didn't even count as a fetish these days. The difference betweenJeremy and those other guys is that they imagined collars ...laspedaround some hot babe's neck. Jeremy preferred them around his own.The collars had been around for just about fifteen years, and nobodyhad the slightest clue where they came from. Oh, everyone knew whomanufactured them. There were no less than five different companiesmaking them worldwide. The funny thing was, even at the companies,nobody. Then she carried on..."You know why I have asked you to stay behind?" She raised her eyebrows at me as she spoke.I was completely clueless by now, from her tone I gathered she was not going to tell me off for perving, but this was something else and it filled me with a little dread... but seeing the way her eyes and lips were moving still turned me on, and the burning in my pants grew, I had to adjust my posture... hoping she wouldnt notice me shuffle my right leg."Erm no Miss Chasmore, I dont. I’d fed and I could stick my nose outside for a few hours. Other than that, there wasn’t much to do today except make love and watch TV while we waited for the Witching Hour when destiny would strike. Yes, but strike who? I was with the most beautiful chick I’d ever met, even if she did turn into a wolf at times, I kept repeating to myself that it didn’t matter,19somehow I was going to win her over to my cause. I didn’t want another woman, she was the one for me and she was going to become. I brought my fingers inside her cunt up against her g-spot, softly rubbing against the rough texture. On the outside, I squeezed her clit, and began to stroke it like a tiny cock, faster and faster. Then I let my fingers press against it, rotating faster and faster. Jane's body quivered, and she threw her head back onto my shoulder and let out a strangled, animalistic howl. She arched her back, and every muscle in her body tensed as the massive orgasm slammed through her. I felt her pussy spasm.