'Your in the wrong bookshop love', this is not for academic advancement, this is where men jack off', and he emphasized his narrative by giving me a w...nking sign with his closed fist.When he saw my stony facial reaction, something clicked and he immediately saw through me, he saw the real me, 'I see women like you every day', he said, his voice thick with sudden sexual desire, 'not as pretty or refined, or as well educated', he continued, unbuttoning his pants and taking his cock out, but. I slowly started to stroke it.‘What the hell’s happening?’ he murmured, as he lay back on the couch, as he allowed me to wank his dick with one hand as I cupped his balls with the other, ‘That feels fucking amazing, Pete, don’t stop.’I slowly stroked his hot, hard dick. It felt enormous compared to my own; the sensation of holding it was intoxicating.I slid my hand up and down his cock, the head was swollen and purple, he was cut, like me, and the skin was tight under my fingers, the veins. She also told so many times that she need another baby, but uncle never use to think about that matter and also use to neglect aunty.Then I came to know this thing from her only. she became very close and use to share all things .I use to take advantage of her when she is with me, I use to touch her willingly in shopping malls, and use to apply sudden breaks when we are in ride in bike and also used to mast rube in her bath room with her used panties and bras.one day as usual I went to her home. "It is a symbol Dominique." I unclipped my crop. "Thirteen months ago we began this journey together. The collar I placed around your neck signified the beginning of 'us'. You were to respect it by respecting me." I punctuated each point with a slap of the crop against my calf. "The collar tells you that you are different." Slap. "It tells you that you are mine." Slap. "And it tells you that you are owned." Slap.Walking slowly around her, I said, "With the acceptance of my collar, you chose to.