Whore, it read. I place it around my neck and close the tiny padlock. As I do so, I realize there are no keys in the box. I'm committed to this collar...around my neck, regardless of what happens. A moment of panic grips me. What if You are in a fatal crash coming home from work? How would I explain this collar at the airport? To my coworkers? To my k**s? I hear the reassuring sound of Your voice inside my head, "breathe, whore. I will always come for you. You are mine". I take a moment to calm. Becky could tell a difference from before. Trip wasnt wasting a whole lot of time as he buried himself inside her again, and started to saw in and out of her with ever faster speed. It was just like last time, and what Becky had seen of various porn videos. She had spent a lot of time over the summer watching porn, particularly anal sex videos. While there were many first time anal videos between couples where the guy was slow and gentle, Becky realized that there was a whole world out there. Then she saw Franks tool bag on the landing stairs, she she thought the noise was the landlord, but given that he shouldnt really be in the rooms when people were out she carried on towards Riches room to see what F was upto. Before she got to Riches room she saw that the door was lightly open but it was what she could hear that stopped her in her tracks.Frank was clearly having a wank. She could hear his cock making that slapping noise when its all wet at the end. M was sort of half way up the. 15 pages of snaps of Maud, in swim suits, in bedclothes and underclothes and a couple of pages in naked splendour, naked but not showing more than tits and arse…! She told him, “you could I spose borrow it but to be careful with it and bring it back next Wednesday, oh and without the pages stuck together too, now run along and I will see you in the morning.” Laughing and blowing her a kiss he returned to his room, the coveted scrapbook in hand. That scrap book was a source of inspiration, the.