”I asked her where her family was from, which is a politically correct way of figuring out what race someone is. She paused and stared out of her w...ndow for a moment before answering.“My dad was born in Montreal and he took over my grandfather’s import business when he was in his 30’s. He met my mom when he was on business in Hong Kong and they had a long distance relationship for a few years. He brought her back to Canada after they were married and I came along about a year after that. . “You don’t expect me to answer that,” Gerard said with a laugh, looking at me sideways. “She really would kill me. She’s no angel, mind you. Independent spirit. I guess we’ve turned a few blind eyes over the years.”“Would you turn another one?” I asked.“Now?” he said. “For you?”I coughed uncomfortably as the cogs spun in his brain. He changed the subject and when Rona returned they decided they had to go. We exchanged phone numbers and wished each other goodnight.~~~~~The next morning I was. She wore her silver collar with a medium O-ring in front. I wondered if she wears it out much because I had only previous seen her with a choker type necklace on in my salon. My attire was just as revealing. My halter top left my belly exposed and cradled my breasts up. but it left nothing to the imagination. My areola and nipple rings were clearly visible through the thin yellow material. The halter split up the middle to show off my ample cleavage and showed a lot of side boobage too. The. “Mark and I sucked each other’s dicks. It was a lot of fun.” Bethany looked at me and asked if I was gay. I told her I was not, and I had a steady date, a girl with whom I had sex almost every day. Ben had been the only one, and just that one time. “There will be more,” Bethany said. “Ben told me about the atmosphere at the college. Sex everywhere all the time, in all sorts of combinations. I wish I had gone there too, but I didn’t have the grades to get in. Anyway, Ben and I fuck every chance.