” Your hands feel their way around my upper torso and you start giggling. Thwack. I slap your arse cheek to reprimand you. “Sorry David.” “No....Call me Sir.” “Sorry Sir.” Your hands continue on their explorations and reach the buttons of my shirt. You feel your way down unfastening them one by one. You pull my shirt out of my trousers and slip it off my shoulders, you fingers lingering awhile on my naked shoulder blades. You turn your hands over and slowly draw your fingernails down my ribcage. As a good slut there was only one answer for her master: "YES!"Heather pulled into the parking lot and then reached for the leather collar. She looked in the mirror as she put the collar on her neck and then she hooked the leash on to it. Her pussy was soaked and she suddenly felt dirty. She opened the door, removed the coat and walked across the parking lot.She entered the work area and three men looked at her and smiled. One of them stepped forward and she handed him her leash."So my little. You’re going on dates with Taylor, or Morgan, or Steven for all I know. You keep changing her name, Quinn. It makes things more exciting, I guess.” She turned back to doing the dishes. “There are leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.”Kevin and I made our way back to the living room. Mother was within eyeshot, but with the volume of the TV, we knew she wouldn’t be able to (or even care to) hear us talking with our voices low enough.“I think she’s disappointed in you,” Kevin remarked as he. "Looking at each other we both laughed simultaneously."Well, Richard would actually like to transform me into becoming anextreme archetype of femininity, a dumb but adorable bimbo and he hasnamed her, I mean me, Brandee." Having those thoughts again, are we?" she smiled a wicked grin ofknowledge of my inner workings."Yes, I have. And, Richard seems only too happy to let me know they arethoughts that he too finds appealing." Well, Brandee, I will let u get back to tapping your pretty.