The rest of my body naked and aching ready to be used and my smooth pussy needing to be touched. I always feel safe and loved as I wear my Master's co...lar but I still always get nervous. My master is a planner. He has hundreds of ideas, a list in his mind of things to do to me. Even after this year with him, I don’t think we have touched a quarter of the list. Back to the present as my Master is stilling in his chair, his bulge already showing and his hands holding a paddle. We both know it’s. But for Josh it was worse. He had left only to find out his wife had found someone else, been having an affair for years and asked for a divorce. He had worried for his friend, but seeing him now with the young woman, he could see the old spark back, the man he used to work along side of come back, the fight returning, the need to put wrongs right. Striding through the clucking birds, he said, ‘These are laying hens, not for eating. You don’t have to fatten them up too much.’ ‘You don’t have to. But it was time to go home and the journey back on the underground was even better than to journey in. Ann had been enjoying the wine and was feeling just a wee bit squiffy, and her inhibitions had gone out the window.Every opportunity Ann got she kissed me. I didn’t need telling twice and returned her kisses, they were getting very sensual and sexy, her tongue explored my mouth and tongue. going down on the escalator Ann stood behind me so she was taller than me, pulling me into her, kissed me. ‘Can I take a message?’ ‘No.’ I quickly hung up the phone. I was pissed…he had played me! I downed the rest of my wine and waved the waiter over. ‘Can I get a bottle of your finest Merlot please? And let me go ahead and order too.’ I took a quick look at the menu and order four of the most expensive things on the menu and some scotch on the rocks which he promptly brought to me. I chugged it waited for the waiter to bring the bottle of wine. When the waiter arrived again I told him to make sure.