But every time I mentioned that ticking clock Bunny just shrugged, “It’s what Bobsy wants.”Groggy from reading, and logging, all those Nelson-Ea...ons surveillance logs -- my notes and the notes from four Orange County private investigators -- something I’d seen rang the faintest of bells. Or was it something I’d heard?I wasn’t worried that I couldn’t remember whatever it was, couldn’t bring it into focus. It happens to all of us and I was pretty sure the thought, the feeling, the hint, would. I also went to the salon and had them do my hair, I even had a wax. When I got home though, it was hard not to touch myself in the shower. I love how smooth waxing makes me. I’m wearing the collar you bought me two years ago. You gave it to me on our one year anniversary, telling me that I’ll forever be yours. Our collaring ceremony was something I’ll never forget. It’s one of the happiest memories I have. However all my days with you are happy. Noticing the time, I see you’ll be home in. At first she seemed really conflicted and confused but after a while she seemed to relax. Unfortunately I was experiencing the opposite effect. As she relaxed and I could feel her naked body melt into mine, I was becoming more nervous and my boner was growing to a hitherto unreached size. Noticing how good my cock felt pressed between her ass cheeks sent a flood of heat through my body. I felt my cock stiffening and the sensation of the head of my cock rubbing up against her only made me. .---Though they'd been together in the shared house for several months, Emma and her housemates had engaged in minimal socialising. At twenty-one, she had deferred going into the medical profession for two years to enjoy instead the pleasures of travelling whilst still young enough. Hence, she was a little older than the other four with whom she shared the huge gothic-looking house. But, on that particular night, she'd been persuaded to go out to celebrate Rick's birthday. The pub inevitably.