"Lower your hair now." I did so, holding my hands onmy lap, but he could tell I desperately wanted to touch. "Go ahead." Myhands rose, feeling the coo... metal snug around me neck. It was a good two incheswide, if not slightly more; not quite a posture collar, but more than a choker.a ring dangled from the front, but as my fingers traced the surface, they foundno lock. The metal seemed seamless and perfect. A thrill ran through my body. "Hands behind your back." I obeyed instantly, and could. It's what everyone called her in the family and in town.At eighteen, all she had to wear were old peasant dresses and hand-me-downs from her mother, but this in no way distracted from her obvious physical beauty and endowments. She had a perfect oval face with full, red lips, dark brown, almond shaped eyes that were so deeply brown they were almost black. Her lashes were so thick and long that she never had to bother with mascara. Her gorgeous face was framed by impossibly long, curly, thick. He licked up and down my pussy and flicked my clit exactly five times, each time making me shudder and gag on his cock again. "48...49...50," he said. On 50, he bit down on my clit, very hard, and I arched my back up into his mouth.He leaned up and said, "Very good. Once more, pet." It was as if he was training me for something. I relaxed my throat and told myself as he begun to push inside me that I was just going to not let it get to me. I knew he was going to count over 50 and I knew that I. His hand searching, turning me on, I did as he asked and slowly unbuttoning my blouse, he turned me to face him as I lifted them from their cups, my nipples hard and erect. He pulled me towards him nuzzling his face between them then sucking on one then the other nipple. His hand reaching down and up under the front of may skirt, working its way up the inside of my thighs until his fingers were pushing through the side of my flimsy knickers. Hmmm it fealt good. Jim said "Phil was right he said.