The day she decided to run would be the day she accepted the metal collar’s purpose as her fate. Much to her own surprise, she wasn’t there yet.Th... light did sting her eyes, but not so much as the sight of herself in the mirror. God, did she look lost. Her lips were a little dry, but the ring of bruises around her neck was gone, as were the marks that had once bloomed so colourfully upon her breasts. Her flank was littered in streaks of crusted blood, though. She startled when she felt him tear. He had developed defenses and survival tricks that no kid should have to learn. Not seeing that he was instantly rejected by attractive women was one of them. Another was a strong flight response. And in my room on the night that I flashed my tits at him, I had just triggered it."Sorry doesn't help, Vickie. That was the last time. I have to cut my losses." I don't understand."Maybe I knew he had something more to say or maybe I just knew that he hated being misunderstood and I used that against. I reach out and stroke my hands up your soft back. I revel in the tingling that darts through my palms just from the pleasure of touching you. I feel your hands move to my fly and I tuck my thumbs into the sides of your sweats. I lower them gently as I kiss a fiery trail down your torso. As you kick the pants out of the way I reach for the scrap of lace pretending to be underwear and slide them off too. As I part your legs and lay kisses on your soft, downy mound, you reach down and release the. Fuck this, what was she doing? Thats some kiss I thought. I made my way back to the front of the building and snuck quietly towards my car in the far lot. My heart dropped though the pavement at what I saw next. The back door of my car was open, he was sitting on the edge of the seat facing out and my wife, my whore wife, skirt up and panties pulled to the side was fucking this guy. His hands were on her tits, over her blouse&hellip,I GUESS not to completely undress her in the parking lot, what.