. and him, he smiles for me whenever he see me, but we've never had the enough brave to say Hi for each other..:. THE ACTION .:.Once, there was a bask...tball match, and I went to check out for the first time the way he bounces on the floor with the ball in his hand, all the people and cheerers were so excited and crazy for the whole thing, but me, I was acting like them in the time that my eyes were about to get all moised opening widely to watch his hot body jumping up number of meters to score. Gretchen took the collar then paused for a moment, thinking. “Since you’re no longer a slave only while you’re in the gym, I think we need to get something different for the future. For the time being you can wear the collar to mark you as a slave, but we need something that you can wear in the outside world. It will need to show your status but it shouldn’t be too obvious to the straights, and it should be something you could wear pretty much full-time.”She leaned over to buckle the collar on. Angela felt so aroused as she felt the clasps undoing releasing her wrists and thighs before Miss Strictwell ordered, “Get up, Angela. Go and face the wall with your hands on your head and think about how naughty you have been.”Pushing herself up and still sobbing she went and pressed her nose against the blank wall which was another of Angela’s best-loved punishments as it made her continue to feel like a naughty girl. She made it more humiliating for herself by having a piece of paper stuck. With each rhythmic pull against him, she felt his muscles tensing under her fingers, signaling his approaching orgasm. She loved the feeling of being able to arouse him so quickly, and she was also grateful for the nearness of his oncoming orgasm because she was certain her throat was going to be very sore afterward. Between screaming so loudly while she was being whipped and the stretching from his penis, she was certain that she would pay a price for her eagerness to show-off for Erik.As.