’ The address led Delaney to a grand old three-level brick residence in the heart of West Village. She would find later the property was 24 ft. wide...and 100 ft. deep with a small garden with a larger flowering cherry tree. It had nine rooms (five of them bedrooms) with an elevator installed ten years ago linking the first floor to the ground floor and basement garage/workshop. Rooms on the third level had been closed for years). She pushed the brass doorbell and heard chimes within. ‘Stand a. Her legs quivered involuntarily as her hands touched her thighs to slip off the stockings. Had she not been angry and confused she would have indulged her aching desire for release. Her hands reached for the clasp on her collar, once there she stopped. Her mind wandered back to an earlier conversation we'd had about pets and Masters. She remembered our first discussion about wearing a collar. I'd told her that though anyone can wear a collar for someone else that doesn't make them a pet. Being. "Oh, aren't just a dirty girl, you didn't take me out to dinner first," she muttered, arching her back up. "You just got me into bed and fucked me. That's not the classy woman I know, that just makes you a filthy skank. That's alright; I love you anyway," she moaned, letting several strands of my hair going through her hands. "Even if you don't make me cum, I'll still love you, Kaylee."I got as much of her lips into my mouth as possible and angled my head up. We locked eye contact, and I sucked. You certainly weren't when you convinced me to go out with you and I ended up married to you. That hasn't turned out too badly has it?" Is that the way you really feel about me, John?" Now I do." Thank you John." I'll be damned, Elizabeth got immediately emotional and we watched her go down to the back apartment."John, kiss me. That was the nicest thing to say to your ex-wife." If I'm so nice, how about feeding me? I'm hungry. I have to keep up my strength for what's to come, you know?" I'll.