In his desire to make her feel as good as possible he alternated the pressure against her nipple. Using only two fingers at a time, then three, and th...n again all of them to tighten down at the same time, Ron tweaked and tugged."Ronny, is there a large mirror in the house?" Pam asked, suddenly knowing how she wanted to spend the next few minutes."A large mirror? There's the one on the back of mom's closet door And the one above their dresser. There's one in my room too, I guess. Why?" Come. From the bag she took a black leather collar. It was high, covering all of her neck, and had a shiny metal ring in front of it. She slowly lifted the collar and pressed it against her throat, enjoying the touch of cold leather. Then she meticulously fastened it on her neck, savoring each movement. Now she could barely turn her head and could not lower it at all. That’s how a slave should look like, her captors always told her. Collared, like a wild animal. After that Christine put on her old. My pussy was wet with anticipation. He owned me, and I wanted him to use me, even if he was pimping me. As long as it was black, I’d fuck it. I squeezed his cock through his trousers, then unzipped him, and slipped my hand inside. He wasn’t wearing pants, he never did. I felt his cock stiffen, but he pushed my hand away. “Later slut, later.” He said. “Tomorrow we are having a party here. So you, you pathetic little man, get the beers, and some food. You can come, and watch the brothers fucking. Maddie thanked her and ended the call. It seemed that Hamilton had at least one admirer on his staff.When she stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, James Duggan was standing there, wringing his hands. "Good morning, Ms. Parton," he said anxiously. "Is everything all right? How was your night ... your breakfast?" Fine, good, everything's great, Jimmy," Maddie said with a frown because he looked awful. Duggan had sunken, red-rimmed eyes. He was in the same suit he'd worn the day before, but.