"You know she has a dog collar and leash too. Their on the computer desk," I said helping.Joe bolts out of the room and comes back a few seconds later...with her leash and collar. He puts the collar on her, and hooks up the chain too. He steps back to admire the view."Now that's a perfect look for you," Joe boasts.Standing before us was Erika fully naked with her hands handcuffed behind her back, hair down with a SLUT dog collar and leash protruding from it. Her smooth shaven pussy and her 34C. "It's a good name and fitting for the time period. I would also love calling her Becky." I'd let you hold her, but she's a hungry little beast right now." Lucky baby," I said with an evil grin. "Do I get her leftovers?"Sam smiled and said, "Oh, you might get a taste." I'd like a taste too," Cassie said seriously."I think that can be arranged," Sam said. "Just call me Sam, the Borden cow."Cassie and I got a giggle out of that, but Delia and Kate, who had come into the room didn't get the joke of. It was a huge strain on both us. She was forcedto go to my work, and I to hers. She was the one to first call herparents and her sister. But when they asked to speak to me she onlybroke down and cried as she handed me the phone. It was a duplicitousgame that we were forced to play. She knew her life, I knew mine,except no one else could possibly have believed anything of what hadhappened.I think we both had our days when we'd try to buoy the spirits of theother. We got better at supporting. I kiss her and stroke her until her heart beat settles down. Then she turns to me and touches my face.“You are beautiful!” I tell her.I asked if she would mind if I take some pictures of her. At first reluctant, but when I started on her face only, capturing that “just fucked look” she relaxes and starts to touch herself as I snap away. She opens her legs and plays with her swollen pussy while I take lots of pictures, making sure I have her face in frame. Until she came again.“Want to play some.