It's a collar as deep as my neck is long. He fastens it in place. It holds my head rigid. He tells me I must learn acceptance. I don't believe him. I ...on't believe him. He takes off his trousers, hangs them neatly over the back of the chair. He's going to rape me but he wants to make sure his trousers don't get creased. He takes me on the floor. He pushes his hand against my crotch. I try to pull away and he laughs. He tears at my knickers, they are sodden with my own fluid and the cum of those. Then she turned around moving and rocking her hips in a hypnotic motion. She bent over and I could see her matching yellow panties covering her soaking teen pussy. She unbuttoned her skirt and shook her ass until it fell down around her ankles. This girl definitely had some stripper talent. She unhooked her bra and tossed it onto my shoulder. Her tits were small but still developing. Her nipples were rock hard and pointed straight out me just begging to be nibbled on. I tried to take a step. These two parts of me didn’t have to fight for supremacy within me, they were both me, and I had to make peace with that. The revelation couldn’t have hit me harder if it had been a missile, I could combine both parts of my life. Yes, I’ll be honest, I do lie, I have told friends I met her on a dating website when in fact I met her through a BDSM website, and now as the relationship has progressed I refer to her as my girlfriend when I am in polite company as it sounds more proper that using. I called on her mobile number and I was surprised to hear the mobile ringtone coming from the flat. I was like, what the heck. Then she picked my call after 2-3 rings and said Hello! My divorced girlfriends name is Abha. I told, Abha I want to meet you today as, I am feeling very horny. She said she is at her aunt’s place and cannot come. Nobody would be at home. I said, I am standing outside your flat now and I can hear you talking from inside. Suddenly she went quiet. I told her to open the.