??That is right! You will do well as a sex slave. If I have time tonight I will try to finish this.?The guard opened the gate to admit us into the nex... room. He went through the door. We had to crawl on our hands and knees through an opening on the wall. A collar was locked on my neck. A sex slave almost always wears a collar around his or her neck. This would be the first of many collars I would wear this year. It was a standard adjustable iron collar with rings and the side and front. On the. Make kind of a game out of it, you know?"Walt grinned, wiping at his foam mustache with a bar napkin. "Yeah, I guess it would be fun at that! So what did you come up with?" Check it out!" Phil handed him a slick new business card."'Success, Inc.'" Walt read, "But aren't most consulting firms partnerships or something? By the way how much did you spend to get a process color print job on this? Christ, that's awfully expensive for a game!" Most consulting firms are actually corporations," Phil. She used the palm of her hand to push him and wake him up.“James, wake up.” She pushed him again until he woke up and then turned to lay on his back. He opened his eyes and looked at her.“Hi beautiful.” he looked at her noticing her change of clothes, the clean hair and the hint of a makeup. “Wow, you ARE beautiful.” She blushed, lowered her eyes and started tracing the muscles on his stomach with her fingers. Suddenly she sucked in air real hard as he put his hand under her T-shirt, onto her. I had tasted my own cum previously out of curiosity and I wondered if his juice would taste the same as mine."Open wide sissy," Deanna said playfully. She had started cheating after she learned of my long term affair with a woman ten years my junior and she wasn't discrete about it. My affair was with one person but Deanna used my desire to save our marriage as leverage to fuck a string of younger men. As time passed she flaunted her infidelity more and more. She would come home with her hair,.