I knew what she wanted so I didn't back off. When you’re my age and horny as a fuck, you take any piece of ass you can get. Trust me, if my mother...or sister had done the same thing, I'd have fucked them too. Them being family made no difference to me.As it happened, it wasn’t my mother or sister who did it, but Grandma Evelyn who threw her arms around me and gave me a lip-lock kiss. Before I could even think of saying no to the hot horny babe, she had her long meaty tongue inside my mouth. She closed her eyes. She wanted to run. Knew this was crazy. She was a Dom. She liked women, for Christ sakes. Loved them. Why was she flying to Vegas to be a man’s pet?? That was too tame, actually. Flying to Vegas to be a man’s sex slave. His toy. She reached up and touched the collar at her neck. As if someone else was controlling her body, she stepped onto the plane. * They really don’t pad these seats well anymore. Cheap bastards. That was Brenda’s main thought for most of the. She had plotted, connived, and conspired; She had twisted the facts and stretched the bounds of her honesty to the max. There had been arguments, some turning into major fights, but with each one she sensed a small piece of his resolve being chipped away.At times she saw anger in his eyes, other times it was hurt and pain, but she was prepared for that; it was a necessary part of a new chapter in their marriage. In the end it would work out for the best and they would both be happier for. ?Now, let?s put your collar on and attach your leash. Do I need a legshackle for you, Bonnie? Do you promise to be good.??Where could I go, ma?am?? Tears were filling my eyes.?Oh, don?t blubber. You know we were heading toward divorce as it was.This way, we both get a little excitement, and we both get new lovers,and one of us gets money in the bank. What could be better??She tugged on my collar. She led me out to a stage, where I stood atthe left end beside the other girls. They were giggling.