"Alright. I accept," Cara says, holding the collar up to Stacy's neck. "Lean forward, dear." Stacy gathers her hair up into a quick ponytail and makes...her neck accessible. Miss Cara puts the leather around Stacy's throat and buckles it securely. She seems to know just how it should feel on Stacy, not too loose, or too tight. She leans back and examines her work with a pleased grin. Stacy lets her hair back down and tucks it behind her ears. She carefully inspects the thick leather strap around. Geeze I need a girlfriend). Her lips were coated in a gloss red, dark brown mascara, subtle blusher, and blue eye make up.Mum was going into town to deliver & pick up some alterations this morning and always dressed up for this. When she stood up, I then noticed her tight dark knee length, grey skirt. Finished off by some black high heels & barely black tights. As she bent over to scrape her plate clean into the bin, I could just make out the unmistakeable outline through her skirt of a. 4. Finally I would every so often brush past his penis or grab his bulge through his pants, or even kiss him when mom wasn't looking. Later that night we watched a film in the living room: Me, my mum and Danny. Danny and I were sat on chairs opposite each other, only just in touching distance, but he could see me and I him through the corners of our eyes, mom was sat on the big couch just in front of us. I was going to have a little fun. The film was dragging on and getting boring when I. I’m going to be paying off this fiasco for the rest of my life.” He sat down heavily on a nearby chair, resting his arms on his knees as he stared forlornly at the padded carpet.“All the more reason to come be my cabin boy,” she said with a grin, “I think you’d like the Borealan lifestyle a lot better than your human one. All you do is work all the time and you never even get to enjoy the rewards. If you’re part of a pack, then your Alpha is responsible for feeding and housing you. It goes both.