I nodded“Do you think you’ll be able to handle him?” he said, casually nodding at Adam who was enjoying the view outside the room.“Don’t you...worry about me, Darling,” I assured him with a big smile. “You go and enjoy yourself,” and even patted his butt encouragingly. He smiled wolfishly and turned towards Claire. Seconds later his belt was wrapped around her neck like a collar and leash.“On all fours, bitch,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm. “It’s time to train you properly.”Obediently. Steve sat at a small table in front of the window until Ronnie arrived. Rachel greeted her sister with a slow, wet kiss."We are very close and share everything.", Rachel said.Steve smiled as they joined him at the table. There was only two chairs and the twins shared the other. Rachel sat in Ronnie's lap with her arm around her sister."We know there is a biker dive outside town, but you'll never find it in the dark.", Ronnie began.Rachel concluded," So you may as well spend the night and look. Her costume – her second skin, really – lay on the sheets. A brand new pair of black lace ears were the centerpiece, sitting like a sundae cherry atop several other items; a long black tail attached to a plug and a pair of sheer black stockings and matching gloves. On one of the pillows, the one she hadn’t pissed on, she’d left a slender pink leather collar with a paw-shaped metal tag inscribed with her name.Kitty, that is. Not Evie. Evie would never wear a collar. It was demeaning. Evie didn’t. What woman would want to go to bed with a short, soft guy whospoke in a whispery voice, had feminine body language, and wore pantiesand stockings all the time, along with more girly items and make-upwhenever he was home. Besides, both husbands had laughably small dicks,which was one of the reasons their wives had subjected them to 'pussytherapy', as they liked to call everything they had done to them. Andbecause the guys no longer qualified as sex partners for any normal woman(though they.