" Need any help?" Oh, yes."Following her taut body to the bathroom; she sits on the toilet. Mesmerized, I watch the yellow liquid flows from her body....She spreads her legs wide giving me a better view. I gently pat her puffy lips with a soft tissue. This act has an effect on my woody. It has ready to do battle again."Don, come join me in the whirlpool and I will take care of your problem."Tyrese is admiring my woody. Watching as she leans over the edge of the tub to adjust the water; the view. “I um, do let you pick some clothes ... well, nighties and stuff ... I guess that means I am ... sorta?” she equivocated, not sharing just how much the idea of not owning her decisions was getting to her.Maeson left the question about being bent over the desk alone. She obviously like the idea with such an enthusiastic yes, however after the other day he didn’t want to push the topic. Clothing though, that was a door Kimber opened for him when she pointed out that he already bought her, and. " What is it?" Open it up and see."Allison opened the bag and looked in. She glanced up at Abigail, eyebrow raised, and then looked back into the bag. She reached in and pulled out a box. It was very clear from the picture on the box what was inside. Allison's jaw dropped and she turned a deep shade of crimson. "Abigail! You are such a little perv!"Abigail grinned a devilish grin. "I knew you'd like it." She quickly pulled off her sweater. Allison watched, the lust growing in her belly.. Then you tug on the leash again, and I instantly stand up, straight and tall, just like before. You unclip the leash from the silver collar, pulling the collar off my neck and replacing it with a heavier, black leather collar with a few D-rings in it- this is our ‘play’ collar. You press me down, and I lean over the podium again. “Let your arms hang, my baby girl- just relax,” you say softly so only I can hear, rubbing my back as you come around the side of the podium, binding my wrists to pegs.