Sit up like you was when I come back upstairs and keep that gun under the covers. Don't use it less you must. It's got two triggers,, " I told her. "B... careful a'the knife. It's real sharp. Take a deep breath."She nodded, wide-eyed and let the quilt slide to her waist. "I thought you was goin' to do me," she whispered with a grin. She did have a fine pair of young, hard, upright breasts with small, rosebud nipples, all pebbled now with gooseflesh.I stood where the door would open as heavy. I can improve, if you give me a chance. If you give me a chance, I think there is a way I could prove it to you.” “If we gave you that chance, how would you prove it to us,” Jill asked. “I would submit to a spanking from you and Sandy every week, until you felt that I have improved,” I said. “Tell us more,” Jill said. “I would also serve the women in the office, as opposed to them serving me. And you would start serving both of you today, right after you spanked me,” I said. “Well, I’m not. Arnold had come by the night before the wedding and taken Gail with him. She needs time to be prepared, he said. We also fitted Mike with his new collar- an almost masculine looking choker necklace with onyx insets- and matching chastity device. He wasnt thrilled with his cock getting locked up, but obeyed like the good little boi slut he was. The clasp on the collar was interesting, looking like a simple rod inserted to a cylinder, but when seated, a faint click indicated it was closed. It was. 'It was early 1960s I was engaged to be married in a few months, and some of my pals wanted to go for a pint. One chap said he'd heard about a gay pub in Walsall and why didn't we go there, just for a laugh. Except in those days gay meant happy not queer! So we all went to this pub, it was called the 'Fountain' and was run by a woman in her 60s everyone called aunty. When we arrived Aunty refused to let us in, saying she thought we were from the rugby club and had caused trouble there, the week.