There would be just 5 of us, three guys and two girls, if we 40 somethings could be called boys and girls. Somehow we had all escaped from or avoided ...ur various relationships, and thought it would be good to get together again. I’d had a great time at the party, good company and just a bit of flirting and kissing under the mistletoe with a few of the girls from the office. I’d had a fair bit to drink, as well, though when the taxi dropped me home, I thought I’d just have a quick nightcap. Despite being a proud young lady she soon was reduced to tears, more from shame than pain but the pain did help along the way. In any case she was now much more receptive to the idea of wearing the said collard. He even had her putting it on herself, just abdicating altogether. Once the collar in place he put on her hands a pair of gloves with all the fingers tied together so has to render her hands useless. Forcing her on all four he tied her ankle to a spreader to ensure her tights would not. "Ooooh fuck! Aisha, you naughty girl!" I said, as quietly as possible, in the circumstances. The situation felt surreal. I half expected something to kick off, but I was letting my body drift slowly but surely to orgasm in just about the most public place possible. The hardest thing was to stay even partly composed. I wanted to release and express myself but just murmured my feelings with little whimpers of delight. Frankly, it was insane but I couldn't do anything to stop it. My hand was now. What say momma, think it’s time I took sonny boy’s cherry?”“Oh yes,” mother panted lustfully, “do it. Make him your little sissy faggot girl. I want to see you **** the little cuntboy’s sissy slut fuckhole.”“All right momma, get up on your hands and pussyboy, you scoot over here and slide your head between your momma’s arms.”I scrambled around on the bed and scooted between my mother’s arms, pausing to receive a kiss from her as I eased back underneath her. Looking up, I could see James’ big.