His hand drops down to my breast and he pushes against me feeling that I'm not wearing a bra. My nipples are already hard and erect."Oh baby girl," da...dy says, "I can feel your excitement." He continues to kiss me and his hand crosses over to my other breast to feel my hard nipple there also. When he pinches it, I can't help to moan even louder into his mouth. Daddy pulls my top off over my head and gently rubs the flat of his palm over my nipples.Daddy picks me up then and carries me to his. I hold my hand on her boobs and pressing them, and turned towards her and told in her ears, Swathi don’t make noise, she said yes, and turned towards me and kissing my lips, I raised her petticoat upto her belly and pressing her ass, ohhh her ass is strong and smooth, she is sucking my lips, I turned her and put my hand inside her T shirt and pressing her boobs, with my another hand I opened her thighs and put my finger in her cunt and licking it, her cunt is wet and she hold her hand on my. Inside, on a black velvet lining, were two silver chains. One was long, and filigree fine. The other was much shorter, and made of intricately articulated, broad flat links. The clasp and lock drew my special attention. A small finely wrought padlock held a tiny key.This was terribly important. My studies of S&M meant I knew the implications clearly. I lifted the wider chain, speechless, heart thumping, and without hesitation placed it around my throat. It was a collar, not a necklace, and it. We were calling my cock a clit or cockette and my ass was now a cunnny or pussy. My life flashed to age 5 when I wore my sisters panties and skirt and walked proudly outside. I was off to play with the boys while in a skirt until a neighbor told me to go tell my mother what I was doing. I recalled sucking other young boys and loving it. I only fucked about 5 girls my life and it was fun but loose and not tight ever. M. was.