I asked the reason and pleaded to stop her weeping, she said sorry and repeated it many times, I was in real confusion. I sat up and lit a cig after f...w puffs, transferred it to her lips, she dragged it between her sobs and at last she asked me are you angry with me.Me – for whatShe – for what I did to you.Me – you did what.She – pointing to my wet pant, still I could not catch what she was saying. I put cig in her lips, she smoked, and after exhalation, she had recovered a bit. At last, she. " That's not what I heard," he bit back. "I heard you serviced the boss on a weekly basis for almost a year at fifty quid a pop before he escaped! That makes you a whore in my book!"I tried to think of a suitable reply but couldn't."Cat got your tongue, whore?" he crowed.My only reward was his yelp as I rather unprofessionally got my revenge by tugging roughly at the bandages before tying them off.The only down part about this period was that Mr Foster insisted that I remain topless while. He pulled back. I wanted him, I wanted him badly. I then heard him grab something else. I heard a chain, just then something went around my neck, a collar, a chain I could feel, fell between my breasts. They were cool and felt nice against my skin. “To tight?” He asked. I shook my head no, It was snug in place. Just then he picked up one of the chains and took the end and traced it against my skin. Giving me goosebumps making my nipples hard, just then he grabbed my hard nipple and whatever it. Later that week Alex was in France and feeling really horny. She was on the beach and in public, but she thought she may go for a fuck with someone anyway. It was then she saw Rachel. She knew Rachel from school, and had always thought that she was attractive. ‘Rachel’ she called. ‘Come over here!’ Rachel saw Alex and came running over. With her tits wobbling in her tight bikini, Alex was getting really turned on. ‘Do you want to go for a swim?’ Alex asked. ‘Sure’ came the reply. They both went.