A magician never explains his tricks."Maxine smiled and put her head on one side. Her long hair fell loosely across her shoulder. "No, of course. I un...erstand. Let me guess though. Was it some form of hypnosis of the audience, perhaps with the Swami's ruby? Or was it something even more remarkable; the real Indian rope trick?"Gregg's jaw dropped open at the mention of the Swami. He stared at Maxine without saying anything and then sat down beside her."Hiram Heron wasn't the only one that wrote. " Yes Ma'am."I don't know how I managed to drive, but the NEED to rub my needy pussy was overwhelming.Istuck my hand down my pants, and sped like a demon to get home.Whether the lunch was afantasy or not, the slave collar was real.I put it on and strummed my pussy feverishly untilcream was all over my hands.I imagined her ordering me to stick my fingers inside my mouthand lick them clean.I wanked close to the edge of cumming, just to ride it, backed off and then,started all over again.Oh, what. At the same time, she responded by pushing harder on his head. Her wide-open pussy seemed to try to engulf him, liquid running down his chin.His lips on Carlie's labia, he had the memory of her saying "Eat it!" He unburied his face, tilting his head back hard and letting her press into his chin, freeing his mouth. Reaching down with one hand, he moved past her shoulder and found her head. More gently than he wanted to make it seem, he pushed it down, holding it."Come on, 'Apple', take it! Take. ...............I moved around the kitchen self-consciously while I made the coffee. Ireally tried to be as feminine as possible. I don't know why, but itseemed to be really important to me. I wanted her to see me as I felt, agirl, not a man in a dress, even if it turned out to be for the firstand last time. When it had perked I poured a cup for each of us andcarried it over and then brought sugar and milk on a separate tray withtongs and spoons, doing it properly.I sat on another of the stools,.