So, the Mistress told her slave to get his ass dressed and she put his collar and leash on and they left. Arriving there, she removed the leash and to...d the slave to go with the other slaves and stay out of trouble. But for some reason she worried once he was out of her sight. She had caught him talking to another Mistress at a recent get together but had let it slide then, knowing that it was sending mixed signals, but didn't want him to be hurt. And as the evening wore on, she felt more sure. But she did not have time to yell or scream. Abruptly, the metal blanks clamped down on her flesh. They all felt tight, but the collar blanks felt like they would strangle her. Angie grimaced and tried to remain calm as one more tear fell down her left cheek, but it felt like this terrible moment would never end. Her throat was being crushed! As were her wrists and ankles. They squeezed and squeezed and?Just as quickly as it started, the pressure ceased, and the buzzing sound started to slow. Heather moans, releases her hand from where it had been grabbing Nat’s ass and brings it up to her right breast. Heather’s left hand slides down her stomach and rests over her own perfectly smooth deep brown mound. Natalie senses the need and the desire building in Heather. Heather’s pussy is soaked and she’s clearly on the verge of losing control. Natalie stops sucking on Heather’s tight pink pricks and gently pushes her on her back. As Heather lies down, there’s clicking from the camera.. Let’s go.’ I served again, and she quick-hopped it right past me. My roommates and I played a style in which we stood back, let the ball bounce, then slammed a forehand or backhand past our opponent. But her return was so quick that it sailed on by me before I could react. I served again, and ‘click-click,’ it was past me again. She was already ahead 2-1. She had me off-balance. I had never played anybody who short-hopped every shot. I had some adjustments to make. But she got well ahead of.