Then he took a set of prisoner chains from his desk, the sort that lock your hands in front of you to a chain around the waist. To this he added ankle...chains, and made me take off my low heels. The final touch was definitely not standard prison issue. Two smallish leather dog collars he fastend around the base of each breast, tight enough to be painful, and a larger dog collar around my neck. My breasts were now jutting out. Then he stood back and admired his work. "Looks damn good." Chains on. I slowly slid my tongue in his mouth and ran the tip along the inside of his upper lip – a move I’d accidentally learned that drove him wild. He slid his hands down to my butt, firmly grasping both ass cheeks. ‘Jesus, I’ve missed you so much,’ he growled in my ear. ‘It’s only been two days,’ I chuckled. ‘I don’t care,’ he groaned, as I slipped my hands under his shirt and began stroking his back. ‘I know, but we still have to wait and make sure your mother doesn’t walk back in.’ ‘All right, if. . Martha?" I asked softly."Oh yeah ... she was there, and it was ... it was like I could feel Julie, and everything she was feeling, and everything ... everything that Martha was feeling ... and it just got more and more..." Trish's voice began to get huskier as she spoke. Her legs began to move together under the covers as she described it, and her breathing became deeper."Details ... I want details..." I grinned. This was getting interesting and I had no intention of letting her get away with. I was flattered of course, but this meant no difference to me. I told her I wouldn't be able to hang out anymore, and at the end of this year I was going to college, but I told her to keep me in her thoughts and call me when she got older. She moaned and groaned, but accepted my offer. After the movie and this talk, I walked upstairs to find her dad patiently waiting to see me out, after yelling downstairs a few times that it was getting late. He had a scorned look on his face as I left his.