"Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?"He looked at me, his expression said that I knew damn well what he was talking about. Which, unfortunately... I did.I had been staring at him. For like the last week. Faroud and Peter both graduated and they were the only guys I knew I could trust. I could find a girl — hell, Beth was my Top while Peter's gone and Lisa was allowed — but by then I knew I was occasionally gonna want, gonna need, a guy to take me. I had learned — thanks to my cousin, Peter. I’ve removed my uterus long back, don’t you know that you stupid mother fucker, saying so she left the bedroom.That day I along with akka packed our bags and left for a nearby hill station. My periamma generously gave us a lot of money for our expenses. In a couple of hours we reached the hill station and found a wonderful bedroom. We did not have lunch as Kavitha felt uneasy to taste anything after swallowing my cum that she vomited. That evening we went to the nearby botanical garden and took. Sarita also widened her legs a bit. He felt high tensioned erotic feelings by seeing her big, burly, and fleshy ass cheeks which were swaying rhythmic manner. He knelt behind her swaying ass cheeks and parted the ass cheeks to find her ass hole. Sarita, at first could not understand what he was doing. Montu Kumar parted her arse ring and found the hole; he put his nose there and could feel the shit smell in his nostrils. He could see the small particles of shit inside her ass hole. Sarita most. What colour was your collar?”“It was red. And I know Scott was handed a basket of what the assistant referred to as ‘limits or exceptions’, whatever that meant.”“Okay, here’s the deal. The colour of your collar is basically like an advertisement. It tells people what they are permitted to do to you. There is no official standard, though, so the rules vary depending on the club. For example, at some clubs a white collar means that the slave wearing it cannot be touched. Even if they are cuffed,.