I feel his heartbeat rising, his breathing gets heavier. His eyes arestill focussed on the screen but his character keeps dying over and over.I move m... hand faster. I feel his body respond. The muscles in his flatbelly tighten up. Small drops of sweat appear in his neck. I kiss hisskin until the drops are gone. His sweet taste has a pinch of salt inthem now."Jake?" he whispers. His voice is so soft I can hardly hear him. "Ifee-" He starts saying but a soft moan interrupts his speech. He takes. But Holly was still squealing with laughter and trying to protect the model's dignity by hiding his groin area and backside with her script papers."It's fine, we'll get you out of here darling" she smiled. "We're not transmitting now, nobody will see". She glanced down to see he was trying to hide his genitals with both hands, but his swollen cockhead was clearly visible above his thumbs between his wrists. "Wow", she breathed, staring at the embarrassed guy's penis. "I...I'm...erm" he. Brown, you seem to have a question for me, so please ask me.”“I am glad, as I am sure my husband is as well, that you did not come here to ask for her hand in marriage, but I did not ever expect you to do this. My question is this, it reads ‘Property of Mark Friend’, so is she your slave?”“Good question and no ma’am, she is not my slave. She will agree to wear my collar and after I lock it on her, there will only be two ways to remove it. The first is, she decides she has lost trust in me and. "Are you okay?" I'm okay, Mum," he said. He did not sound convincing. "Are you sure darling?," I asked, expecting him to say something. But all of a sudden the door opened and Mark was standing right in front of me. He had changed from the shorts he had been wearing into a similar pair of polyester athletic shorts he seemed to wear all of the time. He was not wearing a shirt.I realized that my blouse was still wide open and then realized that Mark was taking in the view. His eyes had started.