?Your slut, sir? she said very quietly. ?What? I did not quite hear you. Who are you?? ?Your slut, sir? she repeated louder. ?Yes you are, aren’t yo...? You can stand up again?.She stood up and waited a second to see if he was going to stop her from going upstairs again, when he did not, she grabbed her purse and went upstairs, while he checked his computer. As she waited a minute for him to come upstairs, she felt the collar on her neck, and various thoughts flooded her mind. She had never seen. .." You DID give it to me last night," My wife said.Robert blushed redder, cleared his throat, "I wanted to give it to you last night, but..." You got distracted," My wife said, "I understand." Would ... uh ... would you like it ... now?" Robert asked."Sure ... thank you."Robert stood-up and trotted into the house.My wife looked at me and smirked. She took a sip of her coffee."Happy birthday," I said."Thank you," She said."You sleep?" I asked."Some. Not enough," She said, "Smushed between you. And if she got too close while she spoke to him, he would casually back away to a comfortable distance. And when he did he always made it look like a natural movement.Brianna wouldn't admit it to herself, but for some reason she kept hoping he would try at least once to get close enough to really invade her space."Starting today we will train left hands against each other until you strengthen your abilities with that arm," said Brianna.Aric groaned and stared at his left hand."Well you know. Then I felt his hand on my leg, stroking me. It was wonderful – I thought for a moment I'd wet myself, so strong was the surge of desire that flooded through me. My darling's face was buried in my breasts, and I felt an overwhelming urge to tear off my shirt and bra, and offer him my naked breasts.I'd always been highly sexed – very highly sexed. When I was a girl at school, long before I knew what sex was all about, I loved letting boys – and other girls, sometimes – kiss me and feel me, and I.