..”I don’t want the kids to see you dressed like a slut,” he interrupted me. “I don’t have time to drop them off, then come back and get you...and take you to Sheila’s. If I do all of that running around, I won’t make it to work on time myself.”I began to cry, but just turned away and left without saying anything more. With a sigh, I started walking back to Sheila’s house. Just like on my walk home, a lot of cars honked at me, people shouted obscenities out their windows at me and shot me a lot. Her skirt riding up to reveal her dainty white and slightly damp panties. Holding her by the hand I drew her to her feet and we kissed passionately, like lovers, light at first but getting heavier, out tongues probing and clashing with each others. Our hands began to explore each other... over chests and breasts and bums, over pussy and cock and heads and necks. Our kissing became a desperate affair as our hands began to remove clothing and find their way to their targets! I bent to suckle on. Only two zippers placed over the tight bulges of your breasts break the smooth curves of the front of the suit. Your hands are loosely cuffed behind your back. A leash is attached to the steel ring of your collar; it leads from you to me.As we walk through the crowded rooms space is made for you, people step back slightly to get a better view of you. The effect is to leave you walking down a corridor of people. Men and women smile at you as you pass, a few yell sounds of. We had embraced at our initial meeting of hellos and how are you. She was so close, that now I could feel the skin of her nose slowly brushing mine, her eyes were still closed as she continued her forward motion with no rush. It seemed that she had choreographed this moment, but how did she know that I would not pull away? I could do. But I didn’t. She moved closer still, even now that we had touched and she began to tilt her head to her right just a little to angle her lips to make contact.