If you feel like opening your blouse and letting her play with your breasts, you may do so, but the choice will be yours; she cannot simply expect to ...ave free access to your body." But Master, this slave is wearing a collar. It has no free will when it is wearing a collar." Ah, but remember what I told you yesterday. That is my collar, and you are my property when you wear it. No one else has dominion over you when you wear my collar. Only I may give you orders, and only I may expect your full. Her black hairfell in a long braid down her back. Her delicate face was remarkablypretty for a girl who worked alone at night. I'd often thought so. Sheregarded me with large, sparkling dark eyes."Oh you," she said, with a smile on her lips, "do you still work here? Ihaven't seen you around."Her speech was only slightly accented?and I realized that aside from aquick and courteous "hello" now and then, I'd never spoken or eventhought to have a regular conversation with her."My wastebasket...". “My pussy needs your elf-cock.”“Is it important?” asked Angela. “The imps can stop fucking at any moment.”“No, no,” the elf answered. “Just be ready.”“I always am.”I had never been so happy about degenerate imps lurking near me. Angela's chainmail rattled as she led the way. Her and her companions' boots and shoes thundered across the bridge and raced to the tunnel. Minx moaned the entire way, her fingers making wet squelches as she frigged her cunt.Then they entered the tunnel.I sighed in. ’ I hung up the phone and slapped on some cologne as I flew out the door. I raced to Deana’s and parked on the street right behind Anna’s brand new BMW – Like I’ve said before, never on her current salary -. I jumped out and headed for the house, running into Deana’s younger sister, Kara who was just leaving with Deana’s two boys for the evening. Deana had been married for seven years to a total prick who treated her like shit. When she was pregnant with their second child, he had decided that.