It was then that Barry realized the prison of his fetish; Anna could sit on his face but would never know that he exists. He was only an object. An ob...ect cursed with human senses, feelings and emotions. He could feel her tanned, sweaty thighs brush by him, but he couldn't reach out and touch them.He watched this beauty laugh, smile and flirt, but he couldn't respond. Barry longed for a chance to kiss, hold and make love to Anna. He thought back to Natalie. She had loved him. Perhaps she would. But then you do love both, and it isn’t that you do it because your collar requires it. It is because you love it, you nasty little whore.”I wasn’t allowed to talk since I was a bitch dog, so I just kept lapping at her still oozing cunt. She was right I did love it so. I knew if I could get her off again, the contractions of her cunt muscles would push more of the gobs of man cum from her depths. I felt the muscles ripple across her belly and she released her stream of urine. I felt the warm. This stranger does not want to be a stranger anymore.”She moved her body shamelessly closer to me and said, “This is almost close to my fantasy - to be with a stranger at a beautiful location, having the best time of my life.”I said, “So how do you want to spend your best time?”She moved close and said, “It depends on what the stranger has in store for me and what he expects from me.”I pressed her body to mine, feeling her boobs against my chest. I said, “What if the stranger wants to pin down. . i loved be in his hands, his strong hands.. iwas painless, his devote slut,his bitch.. i felt alive, perhaps forthe first time. we slowly went further in time, heused me to try asphixia also: he wrapped on my head aplastic beg, the air inside fastly decrease till ialmost get asleep.. he was always at my side, ready toopen it. he started fucking my ass while i was in beg,i cant describe the feeling of his hard, hot cockcoming into my ass, the soft asphixia raised thatpleasure.. i was falling.