“Certainly, Ms. Kincaid, please do!” I replied. I stood up until she was seated. Company always made for a better lunch.Sharon Kincaid seemed to b... several years younger than I was; maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight. She was ordinary looking—not terribly pretty, but not plain by any means. She might have been fairly attractive if she would try wearing a little makeup. She was about 5’5” or so, and from hints I got watching her move around, I was pretty sure she had a nice figure beneath those. Seeing Marcus taken down with no penalty called was enough to make her want to drink; after watching enough hours of Sports Center the game started to make sense. She would never admit it to him, though she was willing to bet that he already knew that. Marcus’ parents had come into town that Friday evening, and she had taken the Sunday off in order to come to the game with them. Unfortunately, because of her erratic work schedule she wasn’t able to meet up with them the night before for. “What is the decision?” I asked softly, trying not to let HIM hear the fear in my voice. HE went to the front of the car, and returned with a box. HE opened it and inside was a soft black collar. HE had discussed collaring with me, but I did not think it would happen so soon. We had discussed many times the implications of being collared and I knew what HE was giving up for me. He pulled from HIS back pocket a return plane ticket. “Your choice.” HE said loudly. HIS voice, waking me from a mini. So the next day, Howard became a porn actor. The pill really made a difference. He was hard for the entire four hours of the shoot and fucked three of the girls. It was a lot harder than he had expected.Near sunset, he took Beth for a walk along the same area where she shot the first day's scene. He had never seen her look more beautiful, more radiant, or more lovely. The cabana was open and they ducked inside. Neither was interested in sex. They looked out over the ocean watching the giant.