Do you understand, Vanessa?’ His using her name helped to bring her out of the Nessa control a bit but didn’t alleviate the total situation at all... ‘Yes, sir,’ she said, in her normal voice. ‘So, I’ll write down my number and my address for you. You just come around and I’ll fit you into my schedule,’ he said. ‘Yes, thank you, sir!’ she said, not able to bring herself to use the ‘Massa Dave’ title, hoping it was a sign that she was regaining control but then Dave, a seeming master at this kind. Since the moment that she felt the collar slide around her throat and heard the click of the latch sealing her fate, her face had been continually wet with tears. There were tears for the beautiful clothes she would never wear again. There were tears for the looks and words of the lowly servants whom she had once ordered about with her own cold commands. And now that the collar had brought her back into her own room and stood her before her mirror to gaze upon her perfect body, there were. Todd and Mrs. Jenkins would immediately realize that fact. Mrs. Fahey was the renowned Chairwoman of the County Board of Supervisors, and everybody in the County knew who she was.Then there was the matter of his father. David figured that when his dad heard that the pictures were in the hands of the schools' principal he would probably kill him and get away with it too because his dad is a judge in the counties superior court system"David Fahey. Come in my office!" The principal said in a not. I looked at the huge bulge in Bobby's crotch and then up into his smouldering eyes."You really want to fuck me, Bobby?" I asked, reaching for his cock."Have a good feel, s*s, and tell me what YOU think," grinned my kinky brother.His cock felt like a baseball bat under his pants and my pussy began to leak with lust as I tried unsuccessfully to get my fingers around its rock-hard circumference."Jesus, Bobby! You're hung like a fuckin' horse!" I muttered."Yep! And twice as horny!", laughed my.