They joined with each other in the front, just above Diane’s boobs. Though it did not look the part, this collar secured Diane and the dark prison t...at she had just become a prisoner of. But what was a prisoner if she enjoyed her captivity? What sort of life did Diane need to go back to? A boring, average life where she’d be so plain and same as everyone else? Or something marvelous and new? The future was open to her. All she needed to do was take it.Diane stood in a puddle of her own making,. ’ Gently he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the shoulder he’d bared. ‘Even if he were not offering a marriage, I am not good enough to wed princess. Not in the Queen’s eyes.’ He gently nipped her warm skin. She gasped softly, her hands reaching around him to bury her fingers in his dark hair. ‘Do not say such things…’ His kisses trailed to her neck, his teeth grazing erotically along the joining of the two areas. He moaned, sucking gently on her neck. ‘Jasper.’ She moaned, her fists. Then he began the examination. He felt my breasts - massaged my belly.He lifted my legs high, donned rubber gloves and gave me the most sensuous pelvic private exam ever!Peter finds the source of my problem and finds an unexpected drastic sharp short cure for me"I believe I found the problem now" he said after quite a while. "Roll over please, my Amy."Peter took a couple of pillows, bunched them under my pelvis to raise my ass up high in the air.At his point our little lovely sexy scenario. I'll introduce you to mydaughters." A smirking Aunt June followed close behind us, to betterobserve my ongoing humiliation. The three little girls were playingjump rope on the patio, and they were all dressed in similar lightcotton, sleeveless sundresses. The oldest, Julia, had loose, shoulder-length brown hair and a slightly pudgy figure. Her two solid-builtyounger sisters had similar long blonde locks tied up in frothy buncheslike mine, but without the ribbons. I felt woefully overdressed in.