I was in sex rehab to get help. And after I released the skeletons in my closet, I would be closer to starting with a clean slate and making our relat...onship work again. I turned to the class in our group therapy session and all the faces that were surrounding me, wondering if they would judge me. Hell, I might have even judged myself if I’d heard my story as an outsider looking in. I started to sweat into my four inch red stilettos. I probably should have dressed in a quieter way, but this was. She was so tight and wet that it took everything he had to not release then and there, but no, this had to be perfect for her. His pace continued to quicken until he was slamming Into her soaked pussy, his hands gripping her hips, his fingernails digging deep.This was pure pleasure, nothing had ever felt so right than being buried in her. She moaned loudly with each thrust, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her pleasure was building like a wave meeting its apex, her hands clutching his arms, her. ?All right she will have to be taught to be more respectful?, replied Master. Still protesting the goons carried the cage to the Land Rover, where it was placed in the rear. She continued to protest for the duration of the short drive to the mansion.At this point Master removed her from the cage and used a pair of steel handcuffs to cuff her wrists to the rear. This was followed by attaching a cervical leather collar tightly around her neck, the cuffs on the wrist were then connected to the. .. if you would like it ... I’ll watch from your patio...”Lanying blushed again, “Okay ... Yes ... I like this...”Cynthia smiled and giggled, “Oh, Lanying ... you are such a Doll!”The voyeur’s panties were wet beneath her skirt, her nerves tingling. The idea of finally losing her virginity had made her eager for that moment. The fact that Cynthia would watch them together caused her little clitoris to harden and become erect between her thighs. “Maybe,” the young student suggested, “you, uh ....