You never stop pushing down onto me and somehow, amongst all this emotion, I am still hard and inside you. Time means nothing. I don't know what day o... week or year it is. All I care is that we are here, having this moment together, our bodies intertwined, our sweat, our juiecs melding into one. Your core is hotter than the sun and I can feel your need for me through my skin. Your niiples are piercing my chest, your arms wrung aroumd my neck holding me in a strong grip as if never to let go. I. She had been collared once before, during the summer of the first year she spent in Danubia, along with her fiancé and her friend Cynthia Lee. After four months the Church released the three Americans from their Penance, but within a year both Jason and Cynthia returned to the Temple, burned their clothing for a second time, and resumed performing Public Penance. To some extent she could understand why Jason would want to return to wearing a collar, but Cynthia’s motives were a total mystery.. You turn me around, arms around my waist, one hand sliding down into my thong, over my now dripping pussy. You bend me over and slide the thong over my ass, down to my ankles, taking care to kiss the globes of my ass and place a kiss over my wet hole on the way down. Now that my panties are off you can see my womanhood in all its glory, clean shaven lips glistening with my wetness and a bit of neatly trimmed (naturally black) hair on my mound. You lean in once again, this time licking my slit. She smiled when she saw me, drying her sandy hair. "Hi hon, did it go well?" I only made some grunting sounds around the seed still sloshing around in my mouth which had gotten pretty watery. This cracked her up. She laughed right at me, though it wasn't mean-spirited. She stopped laughing long enough to call Sir on her cell. "Hey Reg, it's Jen. Yeah, he's here. Yup. Okay. Love you too, babe. Bye." She turned to me. "Reg says you can swallow now. Then why don't you.