Plan on having the Ceremony this next Saturday, That should give us enough time to prepare for it properly," I told her."Yes, Master. I look forward t... it," she said.That week I did the necessary shopping - going to the hardware store, the craft store, and the pet store for her collar. I gathered all the needed items for what I hoped would be something she would enjoy, and something that would remove any lingering doubt about this strange new life she had experienced. Our Collaring Ceremony. The guy started to pull Eric's head harder and harder on to his cock , telling him to suck his black cock , and how he loved white faggots sucking him .Eric could hear other guys around them talking saying how hot it look seeing a big blk. cock in a white guys mouth and how small Eric's dick was and no wonder he was a faggot. Eric didn't care he loved how the cock felt in his mouth and tasted , he could feel the cock getting harder and harder in his mouth then the guy held his head tight and. She told how one day he turned up carrying a large, flat package, wrapped in brown paper.He’d struggled to carry it in, and had set it upright on the sofa in her lounge.‘Well, what is it?’ Helen had asked him. He’d simply smiled, and told her to look for herself. Bemused, she’d begun to tear the paper off. As the wrapping came away in her hand she saw what it was. The painting of her on the rusty swing from forty years earlier. He’d tracked it down, and had bought it from its current owner just. She could not begin to imagine the feeling of having such a large shaft inside her tight little pussy slit and she was certain it would result in some damage to her vaginal channel without ample lubrication. Anyway the anal exercise loosened up her tight little brown eye somewhat and she began to use some small shafts to keep it stretched and ready should some other gentleman see his way to knowing her body better. The only other boy she had taken into her mouth was the son of the railway.