It fit perfectly. She fished a small woman?s gold watch with ablack strap out of her box and wrapped it around the thin wrist of myleft hand, and sli...ped a thick dark red plastic bangle bracelet onto thewrist of my right hand. ?You?re so thin, Shawn, you can easily wear anyof my rings or bracelets,? she said, looking at my arms.?Your camisole strap slipped down again.? With her long, thin fingers,she gingerly slid it up and under the translucent shoulder of my wispyblouse. I could feel her. It was designed in a way to announce that Emma wasn’t just a slave-wife, but also a little puppy bitch. She felt her cunt start to drip again. Scott said that he sometimes had his associates over. Perhaps if he invited his friends, she would have to suckle water from that obscene cock like a good bitch. Everyone would know! She couldn’t help but moan at the thought.“Your training room is through this door,” Scott said with a huge smile. He pushed a third finger into Emma’s hungry ass and then. One is a woman in California, my age, who taught me that life is NOT over when you are 28 and seemingly out of options. There are plenty of options and lots of fun to be had, and lots of things to be discovered about our personal selves, and our sexual selves. She made me realize I could feel like a young woman, and even dream of becoming a young bride again. All of this because she dared to do things a little on the edge, and give me blow by blow accounts. She made me think, THAT COULD BE. About what happens to you. And not becauseit's self serving. But because we are in the same boat. We're all eachother has." I look at him imploringly."And as to the rest," I regather. " I'm sure what's left of thepsychiatrist in me would say it was something to do with the male psycherefusing to submit to my new reality. But surely you can see I'mtrying?"He doesn't respond but I sense a weakness in his resolve and a softeningin his stance.I glance around this sketchy den with the stench of.