She was dressed in a crisp white blouse, a grey fitted skirt the hem of which came to rest just above the knee, dark nylon stockings (she hated wearin... tights) and on her feet black patent leather shoes with kitten heels. Megan gave her a final inspection, “Perfect, now come on, get your purse and get going or you’ll be late.”Angela did as she was told by her bossy daughter and left the house and got in her car and backed out onto the road. A final look in the rear view mirror (to check on her. . in a manner of speaking. I was sitting in a car,parked by a grocery store waiting for my date, to finish shopping. When i say date i mean it, 40 minutes ago Ive bust a nutt in my 37 year old english teacher at school and was now waiting for her to buy condoms so we can continue our little adventure back at her aparttment. about 5 minutes later,she came out and got in the car (Drivers seat,it was her car afterall). She gave me handed me the plastic bag she came out with,i looked inside,and. I want so desperatly to show my gratitude to her, to show her how much I truly missed her presence. "Is the little bitch ready to get out of her cage?" she coos like she's talking to a dog. I have no control over my body as it hops about in its cage like a dog; my bladder way beyond what I would normally be able to hold. My Mistress again lowers herself so that she can look at the man she married. She places her beautiful finger on the cage just in front of my lips and pauses to take in the. Hands were touching my body, some on my ass, others trying for more inappropriate places. James was like a hawk though, batting them away as our levels of intoxication steadily rose. At one point, I found myself sandwiched between James and a girl from a couple, her boyfriend dancing, well, grinding up on her ass, she on mine and James keeping an eye on them from in front of me, his hands holding my hips, keeping me close. So close I could smell him, the smell of sweat, alcohol and whatever his.