What do you think?” I eagerly agreed. Hiding my bruised and battered bottom from my wife for a full week had been difficult. I knew that there was...no way I could go through six more weeks of beatings and not get busted! So I quickly agreed. She walked over to the couch, reached behind a cushion and pulled out a dog collar that was a good three inches wide. “Lift your chin,” she confidently ordered and I did. It took her a minute to get it latched during which I fought the waves of. She messaged me and we instantly hit it off. She was a teacher and was eleven years older then me. She was very forward and quickly asked meet for dinner on a week night. I hesitated, but thought what could be the harm. Date Night…I drove my truck to the restaurant we agreed to meet at for dinner; the twenty minute ride passed quickly. My hair combed to perfection and the subtle smell of good cologne on my neck, I tried to ignore my jittery hands and dry mouth;. I was going to meet this dark. Nell was simultaneously slipping her vaginal lips and stiff, tingling clitoris up and down Chris’ shaft, which was already hard and being pinned against his belly by her weight. The tingling had started a while ago, the second she heard his voice this morning, in fact. Having had this Day mapped out for over a month now, when she hung up she removed every article of clothing she had on and simply waited. Once Chris arrived bearing his priceless gifts of booze, smokes, and himself, she stopped. ” Keri held up the soft and silky woman’s pajama. She stood and draped it in front of her looking to see of the size was right. She put the gift down and took the men’s pajama out of the box and held it up for me to stand in front of. It miraculously fit just right.“Let’s put them on.” Keri was like a little kid.Since we were both nude putting on the silk pajamas was quick and easy. When Keri was finished putting on hers she spun in a circle, modeling the gift for me. Her nipples made nice.