Of course, Samantha soon grew tired of her fingers. She needed more. She convinced someone she knew to make her a fake idea (for a blow job, of course...) and went to the local sex shop. Thanks to her mature appearance, she was easily able to buy a few toys, as well as quite a few pornos. She would sit at home, often times with a vibrator in her pussy, a plug in her ass, and an egg pressed against her clit, all the while watching some bimbo get pounded by a huge cock. As time went on, she found. Slowly he opened the bedroom door holding her favourite mug of coffee, not wanting to wake her until he had set up the surprise. Saskia lay on her bed, the duvet in a heap on the floor. She was naked, still fast asleep on her back. He did not expect to find her that way, but he too was pleasantly surprised. Now he could glimpse the flattened roundness of her breasts and the thick tuft of pubic hair that covered her mound. He hesitated, wondering if he should just admire the beauty she portrayed. I wanted to taste him; I wanted to feel his cum drip down my throat. It was mind boggling. I have never had a problem getting a man to cum in my mouth. Very depressing to think that I couldn’t give the man that I loved that gift. I tried different ways of trying to get him to finish, but to no avail, I was never able to accomplish my goal, but being the woman that I am I didn’t give up, and it helps that I love to suck dick. Beside practice makes perfect. Right? Well, being the woman that I am. "That's the point, silly. You have to get used to it. This is the same collar every man is wearing when they have a girlfriend or when they're married. The slaves have the same, except it's made of unbreakable metal. Your's in leather, so don't complain...or else." "What do you mean, 'or else'?" She grabbed him by his T-shirt. "It means I'll get you a irremovable metal collar and I'll make sure it's even tighter than this one. Capish?"Jeff didn't want to answer but from the look in his.