Wolf was dressed more or less like all the other men, but I wore BDUs, black tank top, and jump boots. I was comfortable, and dressed as Wolf had aske.... Still, I couldn’t help but gaze longingly at the more scantily clad women there, many sporting only cropped T’s and skimpy shorts, or leather pants and bustiers. The one accessory that set me apart was the braided leather choker that Wolf had made me. It softened my look a bit, and is the daily symbol of the heavier collar I wear when we are. I approached, took her hand, and allowed her to draw me to her. Then, as we had done on the day of our wedding, our right arms intertwined and we drank a toast: ‘To love in the City of Love on the night devoted to love.’ Those were the last words spoken for a long, long time. We stood there together at the window, the curtains not necessarily thick enough to hide Julie’s complete nudity from any prying eyes in nearby buildings. As we drank slowly, we touched lovingly, our fingertips the. I am 21 now and this incident happened 5 years ago when I was 16. Let me decribe my sister for a second. My sister’s name is Prithi ( not her real name, protecting her Identity) She is 5 yrs older than me. She was beautiful and she was sexy. I had thoughts of having sex with her since I was 13. Her breasts are perfect and her butt is chubby( perfect size for me). Her body is sexy and hot. Her face is beautiful like a 15 years old’s face. When I was 13, I saw my sister’s breasts from that day I. The couple was there before I arrived, and did not turn on the air conditioning. It was over 80 degrees in the room, well, girls are always cold, right? But I was sweating. To my surprise, the man told me that he likes a sweaty male body. So the wifey asked the hubby if he wanted to see me, to which he simply responded “Absolutely”. The wifey asked me if I mind talking of my top, which I naturally did not and took it off.Then the wifey (who seemed to have taken over) asked me if I did mind if.