I was spares the decision by a stray cat staring at me from the driveway. i got out. it was impossible to keep the bottle in and walk, but the funnel ...tayed. i opened the door, and walked in. the house was dark. i had to change before she returned. but i didn't want to. dragging myself to the bedroom, i stripped off my skimpy clothes and went to bed. then i noticed the collar. should i take it off? then again, what's the use of a collar if there's no chain. my mind went to a chain that clara. "I think you really did miss me.". "What time did you say your mother would be home?" Shelia asked causing my libido to surge."Not for three hours yet." You're sure?" Yes," I said. "Absolutely sure. Why do you ask?" Well, it looks as though you need some special therapy." Shelia said as she leaned over and continued to rub my shoulders and chest. With out hesitation, I reached up with my good arm and pulled her close to me. My lips found hers and I kissed her with a passion and tenderness that. That’s why he had asked if she had something left inside her pussy. Shivering with cold, or was it from the memory of that young woman doing it to her? She decided to seek help. Darren was the only one she could trust to look after her and she didn’t even know who he was. There were bits and pieces of information she had picked up along the way and yes her husband was representing him, unless that was just a fiction made up last night. In the study she flicked through his address book looking. Even as she stared over his shoulder at her dirty and bruised friend. She panted and tried as hard as she could not to react, afraid that anything she did would only make it worse...Then she realize 'Oh god...if this is Adam...I'm not going to survive this.' The realization sunk to the bottom of her gut like a gold brick, even as her pussy started tightening and twitching around his pistoning cock. Then she thought 'Maybe I can save her at least.' And hoped she could succeed at that much, but.