She has said you would not take me the first time under the collar. I accept that but you may if you wish to take me this way. I-I-I need this tonight... Master. Forgive me for being so weak."I took the collar from her shaking hands. I locked it around her throat. It was a bit tighter than it had been on Sally, but apparently they had tried it out. She didn't gasp or choke.I sat up in the bed, propped up against the headboard. I spread my legs. I nodded at my groin. "Head Time," was all I. He just laid on her body as he continued to empty his spunk into his hot white sluts u*********s body.Karen was truly a fucked and spermed mess. She had nigger semen oozing out of her ****d pussy, leaking down her thighs to her asshole. There was semen all over her face and tits, some of the spunk was all over the insides of her mouth. Her lips were bleeding from being bitten. She had bite marks and purple suck marks all over her neck. Her nipples were swollen and puffed red from being bitten. Pa used the money to put himself into business as a gunsmith. Pickings were kind of slim at first, but Pa was a first class craftsman, so he did right well for himself and the family after only a couple of years.Pa started out making fowling pieces, mostly blunderbusses, because that's what most of his customers wanted, but his real love was rifles. After a few years of making fowling pieces, Pa put enough money together to purchase the equipment to make rifled barrels. That's when he got. I come first, but he soon follows. “Jon, I hope this is the first of many such interludes.” He smiles. “Only an author could come up with a line like that, Miss Claire.” I then dress, decide to forgo supper, and make my way home. The power is back on when I arrive. Booting up the laptop, I sit down to write. The second chapter practically writes itself, and the only thing I'm aware of is the wetness between my legs. When it is finished I read it. It has authenticity that I rarely produce..