Virgins would wear white, of course, until deflowered. Women who had had vaginal sex, however infrequently or reluctantly, red; anal experience by yel...ow and oral by blue. Combinations by the appropriate coloured stripes, and the collar changed as her experience was extended. Once she had been initiated into all three possibilities, she would wear a green collar. Eventually, if she responded to her training and began be fully compliant, the collar would be black, indicating she would usually. I rubbed harder and faster, watching Daniel as he pulled his foreskin right back and carefully washed the thin veiny skin. The vision remained locked in my mind as he moved on, washing his backside and thighs, moving down his hairy legs towards his feet. I was out of control. Mere moments away from an actual orgasm. The need was frightening. Rubbing frantically. Harder and faster. Almost there. But it was too late. Daniel had caught me. He was looking at me. All I could do was stop rubbing; the. Long, reddish-brown hair fell down her back, pretty close to her butt. She was wearing a short, cutoff shirt which showed her bellybutton in all its glory, pierced and holding a small rhinestone in its depths. She obviously tried to keep her weight down, and was doing a great job of it; she had a good six pack to go along with the thighs. A cute little toe-ring glittered on her left second toe. She smiled at her introduction, her dark eyes glittering."And that's Bev." Bev had the shortest hair. When we walk in there are maybe a dozen men. Some were just watching the movie stroking their hard cocks, a couple were sitting next to eachother stroking the other mans dick and a couple were giving blow jobs to their partners. We sat down around the middle of the theater and my wonderful, kinky man, opens my coat and ties my hands to the arm rests, spreads my legs to the bottom part of the chair and walks away. He goes over to one of the men masterbating and whispers in his ear. The man.