That was the look I was after. Mandi, the exhibitionist and slut was ready to rock.We found the limo well stocked with a large selection of finger foo... and two bottles of excellent California wines, a Chardonnay for me and a Cabernet for Dave. That, along with Dave playing with my tits, caressing the insides of my legs, and teasing the lips of my pussy with his fingers, had gotten me very turned on. All that made the usual miserable Friday afternoon traffic much less noticeable.I enjoyed this. After landing and walking through the airport doors I was greeted by my older brother, Kyle, who threw his arms around me to welcome me home. I remembered thinking how strong his arms felt and that he must have still been working out in the gym a lot. He was just over 6ft, with light brown short cropped hair, broad shoulders, a much defined 6 pack and an eight inch, thick, cut cock. Throwing my kit back into the back of the pick up we started the hour long journey home, my brother Kyle. That it was my go-to toy. He’d actually heard of it and had used it before. I was looking forward to finding out what else he knew. I made it to the restaurant a few minutes early. Not seeing him, I grabbed a table. My nerves were getting the best of me so I ordered a glass of wine. I was on my second glass when I finally got up the nerve to send a WTF text. Just before I hit send, I almost jumped out of my chair. My vibe was buzzing. Oh god, that felt good. I hit send anyway. His response?. Her long toned legs were fully displayed and the high heels made them seem even longer. But setting the tone of the whole picture was her collar. The slave stared at it fascinated and appalled. The shiny steel circled her neck leaving no question as to her status. Anyone could see she was a slave. She hung her head in shame, thanking God that no one but her mistress could see her, while at the same time wishing for something to fill her pussy. And there she stayed.Chapter 4Downstairs Mistress.