Elle avais ?t? miseau courant par ma m?re. Elle me dit beaucoup de choses rassurantes:qu'elle m'aimerait toujours, qu'elle parlerait ? nos parents, qu...ilsfiniraient par comprendre... Les jours suivants, je me suis efforc? de me ressaisir. Les filles?taient tr?s pr?sentes pour m'aider. Et j'ai finalement r?ussi ?reprendre ma vie "normale". De jour en jour, j'allais beaucoup mieux.Mais le soir, j'avais parfois une crise de larmes.Les choses ont commenc? ? se compliquer davantage quelques semaines. It is polished, shining, bare metal. There's a ring in the middle, a lock at the rear. Neena looks at me and then glances down at the collar. She smiles but the only way I can respond is with tears in my eyes. This is symbolic, a 'right of passage' – if slaves have one right it is the right to know that they are slaves. I knew that something like this would come in time but I'd hoped it would be later.The collar they have brought for me is horrible. And attractive. And almost stylish. All at. And the place where we are is also no less real than the world you come from. But you may recall our earlier discussion in Nudeworld. What is real? How real am I? And how real is this world?" Well," said Paul who thought he deserved rather more than just philosophical speculation after having just heard the devastating news that the space ship Intrepid no longer existed. "If you know the answers, why not just tell me?" I understand your impatience," said the elderly gentleman. "Have a drink.. ”Jen told me that she asked him to massage the lotion into her sore pussy and he jumped at the chance.“He rubbed my pussy for ten minutes before he stopped and said that I may not close my legs yet.”“You had to stay like that with your legs apart?”“Yes and he asked me if the spanking was okay and I told him that I enjoyed it,” Jen told me, “He said, so did I and if you’re naughty again, we’ll have to do it again, you know that don’t you?”“What did you say?” I asked.“I said, yes sir I know and.