She asked me to leave, giving me a tank top and skirt so tight they felt like ropes, and exposed half my tits and ass. she asked me to keep the collar...on, until i got home. there was no sign of my friend, so i drove home alone. as i reached the highway, my gas started running low. i decided on a refill. completely forgetting that i had a collar on, i confidently walked out. and approached the machines. a man appeared from behind one, gas hose in hand.his expression changed as he saw me. i. Deborah had even insisted he use an electric shaver. And since Carl didn't have to shave that often, there wasn't that much of a mess afterwards..Behind the short trough was Carl's own freestanding closet. As part of the Maze formed by the troughs and the storage furniture behind them, if he had let things land on the floor it slowed things down in and out of the room. And he couldn't just toss the stuff in the "armoire". It was full of closet organizers. There were no open shot at the closet's. She’s not at all fat but just a few extra pounds to make her ass jiggle a bit. She has 32 D tits as I’ve peaked at a bra on the laundry floor. I have also seen her thongs laying around from time to time. My father in law is 5 foot ten and a pretty slim guy. Both are pretty conservative quiet people that live quiet lives. A few weeks ago my wife wanted me to go by and pick up some Christmas gifts for the k**s that she had stored over there. It was 3 pm on a Sunday so I figured I would pop in on. Just then, the door opened and the light went on. Laura quickly rolled offme pulling me over on my side. Ee saw Ms. Violet standing in the doorwaywith a big grin on her face."Good morning, girls. Time to get up."We were a bit slow to react from the shock of her seeing us in such acompromising position."Now!"We tried to jump to opposite sides of the bed and pulled each other back.I saw Ms. Violet suppress a giggle. She unlocked the cuffs and ordered usout of bed. We stood in front of her..