I went with her to hers and she unloaded most of the books. I gave her books back to her and she closed the locker. I figured she would just say good ...ye then but she surprised me. When I turned away to go to my locker she came along."That was really nice to carry my books, Danny," she said. She seemed to be having a hard time saying it, though."Well, I wasn't carrying anything. You needed help." I know, but most of the guys would just have laughed and let me go on with all of them," she. As they danced their breasts and their hips were locked against each other. The one with the shorter skirt had the other’s knee thrust between her legs making this contact both closer and more insistent. It also had the effect of making her skirt ride up her thighs. Behind the bar I found myself gripped by this picture on our intimate dance floor. It was, of course, only natural for me to move over and dim the lights in the main room, switching on the dance floor blue spots at the same. He gave her cheeks a gentle stroke. "I'm sorry, Karen. You caught me by surprise with that little trick. I can feel your throat stretching around my penis. Don't worry, you're alright. Just hold still and allow your throat to become adjusted to its new diameter."Karen wanted to nod a response but she was terrified that any movement would damage her esophagus."Karen, you have nothing to fear. The wind pipe is designed to stretch. It will return to its normal size once I've withdrawn from your. "Son, I can't tell you how happy I am about what happened today! The collars, of course. The collars!" She squealed with glee. "But perhaps more importantly, you've made so much progress bringing Christine and Glory to heel. Angel, can't you just picture both of them happily enslaved and living with us permanently?"Katherine paused in her squeezing to consider that. "Wow. That would be weird. I have a hard time picturing Christine fully tamed and collared. She's just so stubborn. And living.