I suspected she was annoyed at my slightly higher status, but showing it or doing something about it would require her acknowledging it mattered to he..., and she couldn’t admit being less than perfect, so she pretended it was all irrelevant, while keeping an iron hold on her own place. She got along with many people, but few were really close to her. Anna seemed to let her get away with anything, and she treated her with something almost like affection. Stacy just took it for granted, and never. I kept wondering what would have happened if I had touched part of her buttock that was exposed. I mean she didn’t seem to care that it was exposed. I had my hands all the way up close to her never never region. I mean, could it be that she would have allowed me to touch her there. I was so close. It could have happened just by accident. What would she have done then?The next morning when she started to slide the chadar off, I calmly suggested, “Why don’t you just remove it completely.”Which,. All her sexual desires were hidden deep inside. She likes me, but she is scared about what if someone gets to know about this. I held her hand in mine and said don’t worry, it will stay only between us. We will not let anyone know about this.After saying this, I could see a small smile on her face. Soon we too locked our lips and shifted to her room. We were still kissing each other for some time and then parted as she was breathing heavily.We quickly undressed each other and I started to suck. She pulled away with a smack, and a small line of drool stretched between our lips before it snapped and dribbled down my chin. “Perfect,” she said with a grin and lifted something in front of me. It was a strip of black leather with a buckle on one end - a collar. She turned it slightly, and on the front I could see a word formed by sparkling, yellow little gems. “Every artist needs a stage name,” she said with a wink. “What do you think?” “Oh god,” I gushed, re-reading the word, “I love it!”.