Could She feel how wet her slave was? Maggie stifled her whimper as her swollen pink lips were stretched and pulled. “Your body will remember its p...ace, even if you don't. When I am near you, when you hear My voice, even if you so much as think My name, your body will remember this feeling, of being pulled to the ground. Slaves belong on the ground, like other animals.” Maggie nodded tearfully. Another weighted chain attached to the silver metal collar around her neck. The feeling of. Definitely not like the real thing. I put it back in the bag for another day. I took a shower and put on some shorts and a white T-shirt. It was a casual night and I was going to see if Courtney was at work. I arrived at the bar already slightly buzzed. I had taken a few tequila shots while getting ready and they had now begun to warm me up. The bar was empty except for a group of five men chatting loudly at one end of the bar. As I looked closer I noticed it was Jimmy and a few friends. The chat continued in the normal vein, until John asked Hazel what she was wearing. Now as I said, it was a normal night and Hazel was just wearing her normal day clothes. Trousers, jumper and plain cotton panties. The conversation was getting a bit hotter now, as John typed that he was imagining her in some of the outfits she wore on some of the photo shoots and he had his cock out and was wanking at the thought of her. Hazel suddenly got up and marched out of the room. I thought she was. We have all night!” she exclaimed. As mom rolled onto all fours, I was presented the most sexually erotic sight of the night so far. My mother’s perfect heart shaped big ass with her white pussy mound exposed from behind. My face was buried in the deep valley between the two adjacent fleshy mounts of my mom’s buttocks as my tongue went on ravaging her puckered asshole pushing the crotch of her delicious back-door. As I rimmed her and pushed my tongue in, she went berserk in joy and tried to.