They had oil stains on the thighs and around my ass, the kind that never come out. Across my smallish tits I wore a black t-shirt, a tight one with 'D...ad Kennedys' printed in white. I kept it tucked inside my pants and I had a white belt with a big yellow daisy belt buckle in front. My long brown hair was in a ponytail down my back and even without any makeup or anything I knew what I looked like.I had a decent body and a real pretty face, and I'd always been something of a tomboy. I leaned. Illiana noticed this and said, "Well, if you want to know. You pussy looks very abused."Then she got up from the bed and said, "Well, I'm going to clean myself now. And don't worry, I think the maid will love how your pussy is looking now."She then walked away and out of the bedroom, probably going for a shower. While I was lying there, I tried to move, and get loose, but I noticed that I couldn't undo her knots. I sure wouldn't get loose without somebody's help.However, there was also. "She holds up the collar. I lean forward and place the softest of kisseson the inside of it. Then I reach back to pull my hair up. Eyes closed,lost in the moment, I feel her put it around my neck. Snug, but not tootight. Just enough to never forget it is there.It may clash with all the yellow in my clothes - I didn't think of thatwhen I was choosing this outfit, I hope she isn't displeased - but,honestly, I don't care. I have the collar around my throat again. Thecollar she picked out for me so. As you entered the room your gaze took in the whole room, a large window looking over the Yarra, a large bed, mini bar, and off to the left, the bathroom with spa. You walked over to the window to take in the view and I went to the bar to fix you a drink. Glass in hand I walked up behind you and, standing behind wrapped my arm around you passing the glass forward. As our hands brushed together, electricity shot through us as we both knew were this was leading. Standing behind you, I boldly.