”She released him, his tie falling back to his chest as Ida turned and walked back to her chair.“That's hardly the same thing.”“Isn't it?” s...e asked as she retook her seat. “It's an object that goes around your neck. It extends into a length that can be used as a leash. You wear it because you're expected to by your betters.”“The women I saw enter the facility today... The ones who got waved through. They were wearing normal badges.”“Mmmhmmm” Ida confirmed.“Let me guess. It's just the men. Female pheromones filled the air as did the musky smell of aroused men.My mother was perhaps the most stunning with the contrast of her tan showing through the white netting that served as her bathing suit. Her full, dark nipples that fed six babies poked through the net’s openings. Her labia were obvious in the unlined bottom. She knew it! My Gina was equally appealing in a different way. She did not have my mother’s wide hips but was more slender, tighter. While mother’s boobs had that mature. I am naturally right handed but using my left hand in this case seems to do the job just as well. Practice, practice, practice.He is done peeing too and squeezes his cock, ejecting the last drops.He looks over and says, “That looks like fun.” I chuckle and reply, “Yeah, it feels damn good. Wanna try it”“Yeah, sure!”His left hand reaches over and he wraps his fingers around my cock. He strokes it gently and slowly slides my hood back and forth over my wet knob. My right hand, of it’s own. Stacy just looked at herself in the mirror. she never thought of fucking anyone but him. The next morning, they both left and went to work. Really uneventful day. Stacy grab some dinner and headed home. As she walked in, she can hear her husband talking to his friend. He worked with her husband; he was a white shorter guy. Overweight and pretty annoying. As she walked by, she could see in his eyes her husband told him what happened. Stacy sank knowing that her husband was going to ask her to.