“Do I have to?” she pleaded.“You always have the choice not to wear the collar, Amy, but it is highly recommended you listen to your doctor’s ...dvice.” he answered emphatically, “However, once you agree to wear it, it won’t be removed without my permission.”“Fine.” she accepted, defeat in her voice. Laura stepped behind Amy and fitted the collar around her neck with a click; the lining soft against her skin. “Is this everything?” the girl asked, feeling her new accessory with her. The extra attention to the small nub increases its size and warmth. As my fingers rub her hot little button it continues to swell and ripen, raising itself from its fleshy cap. The small nub rolls around beneath my fingers, playfully resisting the pressure. Each small rhythmic circle I make brings her closer to an orgasm. A few minutes later I see her toes curl, her body tense, and panting increasing as she shudders from a clitoral orgasm. The aftermath from the erotic pleasure leaves her limp. Patricia Smallwood, the Australian proprieter of the Boomerang Ranch, was of average height and thin, whipcord build. She was in her early 40s, and had come up with the idea to found such a resort about a dozen years ago. Convincing a group of investors to give her two million Australian dollars to start the place had been difficult, and she'd had to spend a lot of time bent over the back of a chair, or on her back with legs spread wide, to accomplish it, but she'd succeeded, and the place had. I shaved her pussy in the morning." And yeah, after that we let the husbands participate. The last time, but not the first time, was on their living room couch watching Ted and Virginia get rug burns. Virginia wanted to fuck Ted every which way possible without pulling his dick out. It was a great show for me and Hank while we fucked on the sofa." Dot then put her hand on Maggie's thigh, squeezed and leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "I sucked Ted's juice out of her."Maggie, stunned by the.