In the dark, nobody would see me cry. I cried not just for what had been done to me, but for the things it made me feel. However much I tried to block...it out, I could not forget the way my body had responded to his commands. Even now, the degrading touch of that collar around my throat made my pussy heat like nothing else. At some point, my sobs gave way to soft, stifled moans as I began fingering myself. I didn’t mean to, but I just couldn’t help myself, I was too worked up for anything else.. "I thought I would never be accepted as a sex slave because I am so freakish." "I do not understand." I was truly confused. "I have big hands." slave Velvet showed me her hands. My eyes were fixed on the two big features on her chest that I did not noticed her hands or cared. All masters would feel that way, and I knew I could not say it that way. "You have a warm captivating smile, masters will never notice you hands." This is true, slave Velvet does have a nice smile. I ordered slave Velvet. Sometimes with some very surprising results.I am also one of those men who would like to see his wife make love to another man. It is a desire that my wife has steadfastly refused to honor ("what a disgusting idea" - how can you say you love me and suggest something like that" etc., etc.) so I had resigned myself to the fact that it was never going to happen.And then one day --I was sitting in the Dew Drop Inn (no kidding, that is the name of the place) with my best friend Todd and we had just. ” Silva says. “Now Tina… Eddie is putting together a new promotion for tonight so I know you picked out your favorite uniform but I think he is going to have you change into something else so why don’t you skate your cute little bottom back by Eddie and I’ll take care of tables for a bit!”I am definitely relieved to be excused. Thoroughly humiliated in front of a couple of good looking guys, I skate back towards the back room where Eddie is waiting. On the way I almost trip as my panties.