There was always a collar now, to show my submission to him. Every time we entered the room he got the bed ready, undressed me and put on my collar. B...indfolds, wrist and ankle cuffs, anal plugs, nipple and clit clamps, it always was interesting, fun and satisfying. He never used a vibrator on me as he loves using his tongue or cock to get me off. I liked that as I had a vibrator at home and used it there. I was so comfortable with whatever he wanted to do to me. After we were satisfied, I. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter.For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and the three-thousand square foot home. The house is two stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture.I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of. Her pussy lips were literally dripping wet, despite the minimal foreplay. I looked at Dana shyly who had slipped in behind us.“It is the hormones,” she said as she used a towel to try and clean herself off. “We are walking around wet and turned on all the time. Some of the girls carry extra panties with them so they can change when it gets too uncomfortable. On the bus ride to this place you heard dozens and dozens of orgasms from the vibration of the road. I ahd 5 in the 90 minute drive. When. " Sorry, what did you say? My mind was somewhere else." I noticed," she chortled at me with an appraising look. "I said that Jeff and I should share..." Her words stumbled. "An afternoon together." She blushed perceptibly. "We've been going separate ways a lot recently so it's time to..." She gave a little shrug and a moue, her lips pinching cutely.I guess my face showed some surprise, knowing my sister's agenda for Jeffy.As we entered the kitchen, Jeff called out in a soft voice, "Hey,.