"It is a dog training collar actually, this size is normally used for larger breeds, German Shepard and the like" he said calmly. "This is the remote"...he said holding up a small gray item about twice the size of her key remote. He continued "It has two buttons, one is a warning tone only." he pushed the button and the collar gave an unpleasant electronic squeal in her ears. "This is the correction button, it shocks you, this is an example of what happens when you are corrected." Robert pushed. Her red lips were stretched out by my thick girth, as her sweet wet tongue swirled around the bottom of my hard dick.Her free hand explored my inner thighs and eventually my balls, but also pulled me into her as she blew me so nice and hard.I was mesmerized, feeling her red lips around my girth, letting my cock almost pop out, as she leaned back sucking on my head very strongly, before engulfing it again very deeply.I slowly bounced back and forth under the warm water, trying to help myself to. You could stay home all day cleaning the house with your tongue. But you should always be surrounded by people who could find you out, and who could use and delight in you."From the look she gives you, you sense that was an acceptable answer. You wonder if it will be enough to get her off. Her bottom lip trembles. Her breath shivers. Her fingers attack her clit, harder and harder."How..." she now has to speak between panting breaths. "...would you keep my new... path in life... secret from. The weather? Yes, the weather was hot too. Records were being set as fast as the Bambino was slugging homers for the Yanks. It was July 1930, in fact the nineteenth, and the mercury read one hundred one outside the window of Cliff's third floor office. Business was slow, but not the ceiling fans that were spinning faster than the wheels on a runaway locomotive. The office phone rang at precisely 3:06 PM. Cliff noticed the time only as a courtesy to the clock that woke him up six minutes.