He got that evil grin on his face again. I had a feeling things were not going to be boring at all; that he had already hatched a plan.He knelt down a...d straddled my face, rubbing his semi-erect cock around my lips. I darted my tongue in and out, playing cat and mouse with him. Watching him harden again while he smiled down at me, made feel like nothing else existed or mattered at that moment. Except my freezing ass stuck in the snow. Mike watched my tongue play and then turned around. "How. The collar had little brass circles on it, and it looked quite elaborate. It had a little brass buckle that made it adjustable.I said to her in front of the sales lady "Your neck is about the same size as Fido's, let me check this."I put the collar on Marcy and gently did the buckle. It fit her perfectly. Marcy was blushing all through me doing this. The sales lady was in her thirties, and she just looked on with an amused smile.I bought the collar, and then picked out a leash.The sales lady. Her abundant breasts were corralled by a white men's shirt, with the ends tied in a knot around her stomach. A pair of battered-looking jeans hugged her shapely legs tightly, held up by a rope around her waist."I ain't got no gaps," she said petulantly. "See? There ain't nothing showing!"Miss Hathaway chuckled to herself as she pulled the car into a parking space near the dress shop. She almost had to drag Elly May in, until the girl caught sight of an elaborate wedding gown in one corner of. I pulled away from the kiss and smiled. “When you said you had a thing for mature men what exactly did you mean?”“I meant I have a thing for them in a social way.” And she paused and I knew I had just blown it. She swallowed hard and then said, “And in a sexual way. I know we just met but something tells me that you may just be my kind of man.”I had been with my share of women in my lifetime but had never met a young woman so confident and assertive about what she wanted. Instead of some slow.