"I'm afraid she would have a slave collar on in about threeseconds."My wife wanted to know, "And then I would have to ask to have itremoved?" Ah," he ...xplained with a grin, "but that's not how it works. Oncesomeone drops into the ranks of the slaves, that can't be changed for atleast 24 hours. Otherwise, it would have no meaning. See what I mean?"She smiled impishly and said, "I certainly do. I'll have to keep an eyeon my Miss Bunny. Wouldn't want her big sexy ass to be up for grabs toany. “If you want to know how it works, take your pants off.”Diane gave him a horrified look. “Take off my pants in the car?”“Sure,” he laughed. “Who’s going to see while you’re in this car? Take ‘em off, and I’ll show you how it works.”Diane wasn’t sure she wanted to take her pants off even if no one could see her, but she was burning with curiosity about how this little thing worked. Looking around to reassure herself that no one could see below her shoulders, Diane unbuttoned her slacks and. It lowered its snout, blowing air under the door as it breathed in his smell, snarling and gurgling wetly as it caught his scent.He felt a moment of relief as it seemed to pull away, but then he saw it standing by the small window just above the sink, with no curtain to cover it. Its glowing yellow eyes pierced him, wide and unblinking, with dilated pupils like black circles. It was looking right at him, making eye contact, betraying a calculating and predatory intelligence. He fled, taking. His arms were up in the air because his hands were gripping the bar and you could see the hairy bush that was underneath his arms. From feet away you could smell the stench that they were giving off. The dirty fucking stench of that hot man sweat.I got behind the bench and was spotting the Coach as he did a couple of reps. Every time he lifted the bar up and down I could see those sweaty hairy pecs of his pumping and flexing. My cock had started to get slightly stiff in my pants. The Coach had.