” Mistress slipped it around my neck, then attaching a leash to it. She sat in my mother's favourite reclining chair. She tugged on the collar and I...crawled to her. “ Show me how much you want release.” Mistress pulled down her skirt, since she wasn't wearing panties I was looking at her bare and shaved pussy. My mouth watered and I immediately went to lick, but a sharp tap on my head stopped me. I looked at mistress and whimpered. “ Uh uh bad puppy. I didn't say you could lick me did I?” I. I wanted to give there 'expert' something to find. I had no emails in my personal account. I moved to a bulletin board where I could post a message. The thread on the open forum was titled, 'Messages left in the sand box, ' There were about a hundred messages left there.We, the cops, didn't create the thread. We just co-opted it. Most of the messages meant nothing to us. The one that had been added since I had gone on that trip was. ET Call Home. Which was a very simple code for they were. You turn to her and smile sweetly. She starts to blush a little. She thought she was the tease...When the sodas are gone you whisper to me that you have to potty. As we walk to the bathroom you can feel your panties tugging at the gold clit ring you're wearing. You start to walk in the restroom but step to me and grab my hand. "I need help baby," you announce. The husbands waiting around for their wives stagger as they watch you pull me through the door. We walk to the first stall and open the. He went to the window and watched her. She had found the kneeling board, a trowel, a hand fork and a trug, and was setting about weeding the flower border. He wondered what was going through her mind.In fact the answer he would never know was – not a lot! It was as if her life with Peter and her children existed in a parallel universe. She was living in the present moment, distinguishing plants from weeds, watching the small brown robin redbreast as it hopped close to her, picking out a worm.