He has my collar in His hands and I look into His eyes while falling to my knees. As I place my hands behind my back and bow, He slips the thick well ...roken in strip of leather around my neck tightly buckling it in place. He rests His hands on my back. The firm pressure conveys to me I am His. I continue to kneel in reverence. He tells me to rise which I do and stand "at ease" before Him. He gently caresses His fingertips across my shoulder and my skin reacts, my nipples harden as His fingers. “Well, ladies, what do we know and what can we do?”“Always ask the tough questions first. I think that what we need to do is term Cindy in a nice way before Monday. I do not believe her sister is qualified under the law to be a substitute. Candy is taking her for a walk to do intake with her and get blood and urine done. And get to understand her a bit better. Then bringing her back up here.”Not knowing what Carol was thinking, Margaret said to Ms. Carmichael, “Can we have some private space to. And of course as. But this time the undressing won’t just be mental and the sex will be real.We’re in the room she calls her boudoir. There’s a double bed wide enough for a man and woman to do anything they could want. There’s a black leather armchair with wide arms a woman can rest her spread knees on. There’s a table a woman can sit on while a man stands between her spread thighs with his penis hard up against her belly. On the pink painted walls and the ceiling are mirrors for a man to ogle. I set her down, and she went about changing out of her dress. I was surprised as she backed up towards me, and motioned to her dress. I realized what she needed, and carefully unzipped her dress, revealing to my surprise, a lack of underwear. This was not the first time I had seen Elena’s breasts, but I was in awe as I got my first glimpse at her smooth, clean-shaven mound. Her outer lips were closed tightly, but a slight hint of her inner lips could be seen poking through. I tried to get my.