“Yes Sir, I’m a good little pet,” I moaned as my tongue snaked against his.“Do you know what pets have that you don’t?”“No Sir.”“Pet... usually wear collars don’t they?”“Yes Sir, they do,” I answered as I breathlessly mixed my saliva with his.“Do you have a collar that might be appropriate?”It happened that I had a couple of collars that I had bought for myself from the pet store. One was black leather with little metal spikes and a leash ring on the front and the other was a sparkling pink with. "And there is more to this place?" I asked, slightly awed."Yes sir," Chrissy said, leading us to another staircase. We went up to the third floor and looked around. There was another suite, maid's quarters Chrissy said. There were also two offices and a storage area.After we finished exploring the apartment, we all trooped downstairs to the living room. Chrissy got us drinks while we thought about it. Finally, I talked to her."Chrissy, this place is amazing, but we can't move in here. I'm not. (I'll have more to say about that later). When she was growing up her mom and dad were both very much into the "sexual liberation" scene and were active swingers and "wife swappers" who never tried to hide their sexual activities from her.So she grew up in a home where her earliest memories beginning when she was five or six years old were those of seeing her mom and dad frequently bringing home different men and women to have sex with and it was not unusual for them to fuck, suck, and eat. I didn’t dare move, wanting the contact to continue. Slowly his fingers caressed up and down my leg, moving ever so slowly higher up, the finger tips getting closer and closer to the junction of my thighs under the skirt. Suddenly I felt his hand pull away; disappointment filled me until I felt him pulling my skirt up, exclaiming “I just want to see a bit more lil Jem.” I thought “oh my”, this is too exciting as I felt my skirt pulled up over my tiny butt; baring my tight pink panties I wore..