Ida stopped at the co-op on University Avenue, and we all piled out of her wagon like clowns tumbling out of their car under the big top. Roger talked...to me about music while we were walking around. It had been a while since I had been with any man except big Al, and I felt kind of giddy about it. Roger was the kind of man I like to talk to and touch him while we talk, just little touches here and there. When I get like that with a guy the first time we meet, I might as well just slip my. She gazed around the freshly scrubbed kitchen, and realized that all the house cleaning in the world would never make her feel any more guiltless when she greeted her husband.The few days since her experience with her neighbor, George Farrington, had been spent indoors: watching television, sleeping fitfully, or simply sitting for hours on end, staring straight ahead, thinking of absolutely nothing. She didn't really trust herself to go outdoors. She didn't want to see or talk to anyone,. She shook her head, dismissing the errant thought as Hope began to cry. It was time to fetch a bottle of milk from the kitchen.Michael walked in through his front door expecting to hear an all too familiar wailing. Instead, the house was silent but for the muted sound of the television in the living room. His head was slightly woolly from too much wine and he could feel a headache coming on rapidly.Apart from eating and drinking too much, the evening hadn't gone too badly. The client had seemed. As she did I became even more excited by symbolism of the collar. After checking to see that it well secured she simply said ‘It’s time bitch!’ and then led me on towards the garage by the leash. I felt my pussy tingle. The thought of me, a professional woman being owned by another person greatly excited me, leaving my cunt moist and needy.My heart was thumping as we entered the Garage, it had been set up for the evening carefully, on the far wall opposite the spot where I was tied up was two.