Jane thought about the website he had built with pictures of her kneeling like this as well as many others. That thought didn’t help at all for soon...she was thinking about every man that was seeing her even know in the various movies and pictures and what they were doing in the privacy of their homes. ‘Play.’ He commanded. Jane groaned and instantly began to slide her finger through her sparse silky well-trimmed pussy. Two strokes was enough to release the pent up moisture allowing her to slide. The limo left without her. He offered her a ride home and with no hesitation. They walked back to his car and drove out of the city. They laughed and played music when they got back to her house (her parents both had to be at work by six so they were gone). They sat on the couch and turned on a movie. He had a feeling they were not going to watch it.A scene came up where two people kissed and she snuggled up to him and looked at him. He looked back and went in for the kiss. The kiss was. I went to the dresser again and pick up a dog collar. I put the dog collar around her neck and closed it. Then I took her hands in front of the body and fastened them to the collar. I walked a few steps back and looked at her. Now she looked like an amputee in prayer with her hands folded on her chest. Helpless.I went down on one knee in front of her pussy. I could see that she was wet.I opened my mouth up and enveloped her pussy completely. She tasted delicious. I sucked. I love to suck. I. ‘No reason… just felt like giving you a hug,’ I mumbled lamely, ‘Sorry.’ ‘I didn’t say that I didn’t like it…’ she teased. Her flirting sent a small tingle of response rippling though my balls. For about the millionth time the thought entered my mind that she MUST know how I felt about her. This was not the first time that I had nearly made a real pass at her and we spent time nearly every day together, probably adding up to more hours than most married couples had in the average week..