We both knew that whilst she was wearing this collar, she was mine, under my control, and I wanted her to trust me. “You trust me, don’t you?” I...asked kindly. She nodded and smiled, “Yes master,” she replied. I frowned, looking down upon this wreck of a girl. By day, a flirtatious drama queen, by bed- a dirty slave, to be domineered. I looked closer at the collar Nadine had bought; it was soft black leather with chrome-silver spiked notches she smiled, noticing my appreciation- so I quickly. She had been waiting for this day to finally meet with him. The man on the other end of the line. The man who she had heard tell her so many times what he wanted to do to her body. How she yearned to feel those things happen for real. There is just so much and imagination can do for one person. She wanted to feel his touch and his caress. She wanted to feel his lips upon hers and to feel his mouth enjoy her juices. She wanted him to suckle her breasts as he feasted from their auricles. She. All of them very hot and sexy. One of them handed us each a beer and a pool stick to shoot pole. Willie said that he had been coming here for fifteen years and this was his second home. As I looked at the girls I wondered if any was his. We drank beer and played pool until it got dark. And that was when the fun begin.Behind the bar was another room with a giant stage and a DJ booth. Willie said to go in the both and pick out some music the girls could dance to. When I got up there, there was a. Then, maybe a long steam or some racquetball to work out his frustration.Suddenly his foot touched - kicked something metallic. He looked down to see some kind of coin skittering to a stop a foot or two ahead of him. Eli Haney had collected coins since he was a boy. Both his father and grandfather had owned their own collections; grandfather's was in the Smithsonian. It was unlikely, but rare coins were where you found them.The coin before him was about the size of a fifty-cent piece. It.