”“Oh My God… you really don’t see it do you?!”Sheila’s expression showed she didn’t feel particularlygood ab...ut her looks.“Let me try to explain this to you. Some women and lotsof girls need makeup because there are things abouttheir face that, because of what magazines andtelevision tell them, aren’t good enough for them. Theyall seem to think they should look like a cookie cutterporn star. Girls who think like that will be foreverout of. With his fingers still around her wrists, he directs her hands to either side of her thighs and presses them against the surface of the desk. His hands leave hers to move to the hem of her dress. His fingers slide to material upward. Those digits tense, pressing the bunched dress against her naked flesh. He is happy to see her panties gone, yet a little saddened because he would like to see how dirty they had gotten before coming off. But that doesn’t mean he can’t taste it.He leans in closer.. The tips of her fingers found his nipples and she urged them to their own hardness. Reversing direction, she brought her hands down and this time grabbed the bottom of his garment. With an upward motion, she pulled it up and over his head. One last time she ran her hands down his smooth, lightly haired chest, tickling him as she went and planting a quick kiss on each of his nipples. As she did, her tongue darted out and played with them as well."Feels nice, doesn't it?" she asked rhetorically.. I wouldn’t count on it,” she said.I grinned a little and started to put that collar on. I buckled it tightly around my neck. It felt like a fashion accessory before, but now it felt like I really was making a choice.“If you put that collar on, then Buddy and Lewis will be in charge of you at home just like Jenny. You will refer to them as Master, and I will train them both to discipline you. You will milk Buddy and Lewis when he is ready,” she said.“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered. I felt nervous –this.