Steele stepped back onto the porch. The jolts stopped. Tilda went limp in his arms. Silent. Eyes closed. He sat her on the rotting redwood. The tutu p...rt of her dress stuck out all around her like a clown’s collar. Steele patted her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open.“What happened?” Steele asked.Tilda stared at him. Eyes confused, teary. She tapped the metal collar around her neck with her fingertips and then her arm fell to her side.“You can’t leave, can you?” Steele asked.Tilda lowered her eyes. I shook my head and turned away. He disappeared into the bedroom.I brushed my teeth and got into the shower. The water felt great as I washed the dried cum from my body. I dried off, brushed my hair and went into the bedroom. The guys had gone. My new panties laid across the pillow with my stockings folded alongside them spelling TY. I smiled to myself.I put on my robe and went in search of Martin. In the kitchen I found his note GONE FISHING. I frowned. I needed to know how he felt, his. “I didn’t wear any deliberately.” That silenced him. I wonder what he’ll be thinking about for the rest of the afternoon now! “Let’s go stand at the railing,” I suggested. We walked out onto Bennelong Point and watched the ferries come and go under the Harbour Bridge, leaning against the railing and sipping coffee while the breeze nipped at the hem of my skirt, threatening to expose my bottom. I put an arm around Kevin’s waist and pulled close so that our hips were touching. He turned to look. She paid the driver, tipping generously, and scanned the line casually: mostly male, as always, only a few with fucktoys in tow. She grinned again: a statuesque, gorgeous redhead in leather and an amazing six inches of viciously spiked heels had her nearly-naked slaveboi kneeling in the gutter at the end of a tight leash. The games had already begun.She nodded at the bouncer and slipped inside: unaccompanied females admitted free of charge; shedding her coat gratefully as she shimmied between.