"Please? Treat me like you used to? I've been a bad boy, and I desperately need to be punished. Make me repent so I can seek forgiveness and absolutio...," I growl lustfully.Liam's eyes widen."I...I...don't know what to say?" he stammers."Say yes, Master. Let me be collared again?" I sigh, echoing what he told me nearly two months ago."You don't deserve your collar yet." Please? What do I need to do to deserve it?" I say as I press my lips to his. "Even if this becomes purely sexual, I still want. Ein imaginärer Beobachter hätte bald erkannt, das es sich in Wirklichkeit um drei Gestalten handelte. Der eigentliche „Vogel" war ein grosser Mann mit Flügeln dessen Erscheinung dem populären Bild eines Engels entsprach. Sein Name war Pygar, er war das letzte Exemplar der Ornithantrophen und er war Blind.Jeweils links und rechts von ihm klammerte sich eine junge Frau an ihn, zusätzlich gehalten von seinen Armen.An seiner rechten Seite befand sich eine schlanke Blondine in einem grünen Einteiler. “A-a-and who have you found?”Jerry explained about the soldier she had met a couple of months ago whilst out with her work colleagues one night at a leaving do. He had been there at the disco as well and they had danced. He had held her close; squeezed her bottom and pressed himself tightly against her. He made his intentions known to her and had impressed her with his size.He had asked her out on a date but she had declined even though she quite fancied him. Then a couple of weeks ago they had. Her white gown took a minute or two to get out of the car then in her husbands arm they walked through the front doors. There was a pompous looking doorman standing just inside the entrance wearing a costume that was reminiscent of the English guy on the bottle of Beefeaters Gin. In his hand he had a long staff and was smiling as they entered. When they got up to the doorman he held out his left hand and they stopped ... waiting for his announcement. Sara looked at all the guest gathered in the.