It seemed he also liked bracelets, decorative chains and anklets, for she wore many of these on arms, legs, neck, and torso. She also had small sequin... and jewels glued to various parts of her body, such as the nipples and navel, the tips of her fingers, the ends of her shoulders, and even her toes. The effect was, to the Western eyes of the Earl of Bargoed, a little like a slightly overweight walking Christmas tree and she seemed to rattle a little as she returned to the screened. Being a pet is about patience and submitting oneself to another however the Master chooses them to serve. A collar can be taken off whenever and without regard by someone who is not seriously dedicated to their craft and those type of people are definitely not pets, just someone with a fancy for imitation of a specific lifestyle. Likewise just because you tell someone to wear a collar that doesn't make you a Master. A Master must have respect for their pet, they must care about the pet's. Without warning, one of my "kisses" landed square on her open juicy slit and I fastened my mouth tightly to her sex. "Oh, FUCK, YES!!" Tracy howled and both hands grabbed my head shoving my face hard into her crotch. She raised her knees, spreading them wide and offering me more of her fruit. I find a woman who wears nothing but her stockings and "come fuck me" heels to bed to be quite erotic and Tracy was certainly no exception. And I was more than happy to be nestled there between them,. As she looks a shadow falls over them both and starting she looks up to see Paul standing above them grinning, his bulge just as obvious as Simon’s was. Kneeling down Paul offers the bulge to her without a word. Sharon reaches out and grasps his cock through the material as Paul deftly pulls her bikini bottoms off her, his hand quickly diving to her pussy mound, unable to stop herself Sharon opens her legs inviting him to explore her. His finger quickly stroking across her mound bringing more.