Soapy water had conspired to trace a long line of bubbles down from her neck, between her boobs and across her toned, flat stomach. Her breasts were n...t huge, probably only B cups, but they looked to be a decent handful (which is all you really need right?) and they seemed very firm, jiggling only slightly as her hands continued to roam across her body. I stared at them, entranced, my eyes resting hungrily on her nipples, which were small, pink and perky. They looked so perfect; I could picture. Cammy sat there with an open mouth as they discussed her as if she wasn’t there, and realized this is what being slave was all about, and it was all about ever the owner wanted. Racheal pulled on the leash and Cammy followed Racheal and Shelia through a doorway into the sex shop and over to and section of metal belts. Shelia told her assistant Wendy to engrave a slave tag for Cammy’s new collar stating she was now Racheal’s slave. As Wendy did this, Shelia measured Cammy for a chastity belt. He loved the taste, the feeling of his hot goodness dripping off his body like the slut it made him feel. He had always fantasised about having a real cock to suck dry, to be fucked by until he passed out. However no one, not even his best friend knew of his fetish. It was his little secret. It was time for James’ visit to see Jack and he couldn’t have been more excited. He got to spend two weeks with his best friend, for the first time in two years and his amazingly hot sister and mother,. The kids and I'd been swimming earlier and I'd not yet gotten around to changing back into my street clothes.I was thinking of doing so when I heard a car drive into the garage.Oh Oh, shit! I am nearly naked and here comes Hank and Betty, damn.It was a few minutes after midnight. And then, in walks Hank all alone. He stopped dead in his tracks and just stared openly in total amazement, mouth hanging open, eyes bulging. I'd a nipple slip that became a full boob slip (you know, a wardrobe.