As time went on the new school term had started which meant the starting ofHigh school for Ashley. Somehow he still didn't seem to fit in, even thegir...s didn't want to know him. But it's early days he thought, the twofriends he did have are now at a public school. It was a few weeks afterstarting high school that he arrived home one afternoon, only to be sent ofto have a good wash then go to mother's room. Knowing not to question her,off he went for a good wash, even cleaned his teeth for some. She toyed with the box a little, moving it around in her hands. “Oh You looks so gorgeous with these glasses on, my Master." She whispered to to no-one in particular, but imagining Him sitting right there. Right now. "I always want to tear into You when I see You wearing these.” She smiled wickedly as she took out His glasses. The ear pieces to the glasses fell open as her fingers began to unfold them. Licking one end then moving it down across her throat then her collar bone she leaned. Opening the door wider, he points over to me. "Look at the juice flow out her pussy," he points out to the gentleman in uniform. "And look at her nipples." I blush as his eyes freely roam my body attention. Help, I want to yell at him but I only smile. "That's my wife for you."I can't believe my husband is showing me off like a piece of meat to some stranger.The man laughs. "Are you four willing participants?"I can feel the collar warm up as I nod yes lest I feel its bite. I know the others are. I sang all the songs I could remember. Sang all the time I was digging, crying and dragging her body up the hill. I sang the whole time while I cleaned the house and I sang as I cleaned the shotgun I found in the attic. I loaded the shotgun with powder and shot that lay beside it in the box I had found under the cloth I had wrapped Grandma in for burying. It was lace like the lace under the Bible, I imagined Grandma making the big tablecloth like she had told me she had made the little piece.