It is a pretty quiet night, probably because it is in the middle of the week. It is a beautiful spring night, the temperature is about 75 degrees and ...here is no humidity. We are checking out all of the beach access parking areas. When it is a nice night out, couples tend to venture out to the beach and either have sex on the beach or in their cars. I was driving by one of the beach parking areas when my partner had noticed a car parked in the shadows and told me to drive by and stop. I parked. You have offered to collar me once before, but the time wasn’t right….my mind wasn’t right….to accept your gift for life. “I wonder if he will really see the new me…the changed me,” I think to myself. Life had not been the easiest for me until I met you, and until that point, I had chosen to play the victim and retreat so that no one could touch me…..touch my mind or soul. Sure, sex was good….but it was just that….sex. Nothing more, nothing less. The intimate times came few and far in between,. It was uncircumcised with this huge lump protruding from the side of his head, covered by the foreskin. He also had a tattoo of a cobra on his dick! The picture of the snake showed it coiled at the base with the body running straight up the shaft and an open mouth displaying its forked tongue by Buster's head. "Ya like that tat, don't ya? That's my spittin cobra. He's gonna be spittin for you real soon," informed Buster with sweat dripping off the end of his nose. I didn't know what to think. ." Jessica said. "Don't worry, Jessica. He's drunk. He's probably passed out already. It's no big deal." I assured her. Before Jessica could respond, I slipped my right thumb underneath the band of her panties, and began to slowly slide them down. "Mmmm...." Jessica moaned in delight. Then she lifted her right thigh and reached down to her panties. With two fingers, she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pink, shaved pussy. The tip of my rock hard penis brushed against.