We walk into the shop and start looking at the collars. You pick up a red leather one with little blunt spikes on it and a D ring. You slip it around ...y neck and tighten it on to check if it fits. I whimper softly afraid that someone will see. You tell me not to move and walk away a little to see if you can find a matching leash. You can’t find a red one but you bring back a black one and ask me what I think. I look at you and whimper again. You shake your head, but take the collar off me.You. We wont tell the world that we are sister and brother. Tell them that I am your husband who has come back to you. Didi, we love each other and nothing else matters. I am going to be your husband, father of our Ashi. I will love you and fuck you like my wife.” I kissed her on lips and said,” Be my wife Didi! Be Mrs Ashu Khanna” The effect of my words was immediate. I saw her face brighten. Her shoulders lifted, and there was a smile on her face. “Thank you, Mr Khanna, I would be happiest woman. Her tits were pushed up and out by the quarter-bra.Her nipples were fully exposed. Her tender pink tit-tips were large and circular as they stood out in excitement. The tiny g-string barely covered her downy cunt bush. It stopped just beneath her clit. She looked like a ponygirl with her hair pulled back. Noticing their admiring stares, Sylvia was filled with a wonderful sense of self-confidence. She found that she loved being the center of attention as their eyes studied her from top to. Her clueless neighbor plopped down on the black leather sofa and kicked her legs up in the air like she was riding a bike upside down.The two guys looked a little bit embarrassed but she thought that was normal because Alicia could be a bit over the top from time to time. Most people thought she was somewhat demented but Debbie was certain it stemmed from her feelings of inadequacy going all the way back to her childhood and the “uncles” that had sent her down the path to sexual dependence.The.