Not saggy like my Mom's, not shaped weird like mine. They were the things Playboy centerfolds were made of."You like?" she said, posing with an arm up...in the air.I nodded."You're only partway there," she said, pointing to the button on her jeans.I screwed up my courage again, and put my hands in the waistband of her jeans. Oh my God! I thought as I started unbuttoning them. What if she's not wearing underwear? What if she's totally naked down there? I'll see her pussy! Gross!But by then it was. "Natalie walked away. I watched her with my cock straining in my pants as her heels echoing on the wooden floor faded. She returned a few minutes later holding up a collar and a rather short chain."Well, you are my slave so I'm owning you with my collar, present your neck."I do my best by tilting my head. She stands in front of her humble slave, leans forward and buckles the black leather collar with a large ring to the front around my neck and padlocks it on. She grabs the chain and tugs it.. When fooling with Tracy gave him blue balls he could stop by here and fuck the gorgeous redhead. In fact, he was dying to fuck her right now. His future looked bright indeed. He began to undo his pants and take out his straining prick. Then it didn't look so bright, at all."What are you doing?" she snapped."Aren't you gonna blow me, now?" he asked, flustered and confused.Emma looked indignant."Certainly not!" she rasped, affronted."Do I look like a cradle snatcher?" But... I... jeez!" You can. ..'' said Katy. She tried to convince Lisa that it was wrong to meet other people for sex because she was married. ''Forget marriage. You still love Marco? If so, you're just enjoying something that he can't give you. He will still love you if he knows his place. If he was able to give it to you, he would've fucked you every day and we would never have this discussion. Loosen yourself up and go enjoy a BBC'' responded Lisa to Katy's attempt to rationalize her loyalty. ''BBC? British.