Samantha lifted open her box lid, the name tag had been changed. And theinner lining was new. But there was no mistaking my old Collar. I fedthe end t...rough the pressure buckle then secured the tip into the lockdevice. Next I used my old key to double lock the buckle so it couldn'tget any tighter. She continued to hold her hair up in back as I fastenedthe silver chain with her own key on it around her neck. All threecollars were nearly identical save for the name on the tag."Now," said Momma. "Just testing what I want to kiss and lick and suck," I responded, moving my finger around her little button.Again she gasped. "Why... would you... do that?" she struggled with the words."Because... you are so beautiful and sexy and desirable," I said, hoping the truth would not scare her away."You think I'm... sexy?" Absolutely!" Would you... would you do anything else?"I slid my other hand around her waist and down, cupping one of her buttocks. "I'd like to kiss and lick this too." No! You'd. I could hear the faint sound of snoring in the background and knew his campaign manager was fast asleep. I gritted my teeth before I replied. ‘No, it was late about five hours ago. Now it’s early.’ He sighed, but agreed to come back to my apartment as soon as he hung up. I got up from my bed and pulled some clothes on, trying to get my thoughts in order before he arrived. After a few minutes I heard Charles’ key in the front door, and turned to see his smiling face walk in. ‘Busy night?’ I. She is quite giddy upon entering the room again, I have a feeling that it has been awhile since someone picked her.She closes the door and saunters over to me, she says, “I’ll help you.”She opens the belt-buckle on my pants, unsnaps them and slowly pulls my pants off. As she stands, she rubs her hands on my groin and up to the bottom hem of my shirt. She smiles and lifts my t-shirt up and over my head. She giggles as she bends down to take my socks off. She sits squarely in front of me and.