It was a testament to her control – a control born of many tests at the hands of her Mistress – that she was able to move without slipping and all...wing the orgasm that she so desperately wanted to escape. But she held back, knowing that if she didn't her Mistress would punish her – and that if she did she would most likely (though not certainly) be rewarded.Her Mistress had walked quite a ways in front of her, not waiting for her slave to catch up. Fighting to control her ragged breathing, Eve. The collar could also deaden nerves or intensify their sensation, carefully tuned it could strip away any pain and amplify any pleasure. It could also do the reverse, and Julie fought to suppress every memory of such painful encounters, thankful that there had been so few. Her own purpose here was paramount now however, and she leaned over the table and wiggled her hips for Zev. Julie glowed with anticipation as she presented her wet, hairless pussy for her Master's use."You're slave's pussy. " They followed a waitress to a corner table where they both ordered a glass of Pinot Noir. "Wait," the professor said to the waitress, "Bring us a bottle and two glasses." "I hope that will be fine with you. I have most of the afternoon free. Even if you need to leave early, I like to have a couple of glasses of wine with lunch." "Oh, that will be perfect," Sandy said in a practiced voice. A glass of wine would calm her down. If she was going to be nervous, she didn't want to telegraph it. Well, I really like her Jake. I can tell your father loves her already. I was making idle chatter. He puffed away silently as we sat there. We were two lovers making a leap to another place and I had to let him go to keep him. I guess I would be just mom now. Ali, I have to ask you something. He said so seriously. What is it Jake? I was a little afraid. Would you think less of me if I didnt give you up? He looked sideways to gauge my reaction. I shifted in my seat to face him. I took his hand.