I was speechless. I twisted around to look at her but didn’t offer to take the collar.“Am I that bad, Tiger? Am I so filled with despair there’s...no hope?”“Only in your eyes, Tony. To me, you are still my hero.” She kept the collar held out in offering.“Tiger, do you want me to take your collar? Do you want to be free from me as your master?”“I want you to be free, Tony,” she said. Tears glistened in her eyes but she refused to look away. Did I want to be free of her? Damn it, there’s just too. My clit ached and throbbed. A second orgasm spasmed through my body. The bed creaked as I thrashed beneath them. Minx rolled off my mouth, panting beside me as my head arched. I licked my cream-covered lips, my head rolling.I stared at Sophia watching, her face flushed, her body twitching.“She's going to flood my cunt with so much cum,” I moaned as I stared at her. “So much.”Xera gasped and buried into me. My eyes widened as her cum poured into my depths. My orgasm peaked as such wicked,. During the time I spent in Miami, I never got used to hurricanes. I had a couple of close shaves when we were stretching our time looking for a crippled ship or a lost boater. We stayed out longer than we should have, and getting back to our base was touch-and-go.As I said in the beginning, I really loved the "Goat", as we called her. Solid as a rock and reliable as a Model T, she saved our bacon more than once. More importantly, we took part in a lot of rescues, thanks to a tight crew and, now. The idea of getting into my car, literally dripping with sweat, saturating my leather seats, was not appealing.I parked in the far corner of the lot because I was running late, typical for me, and the last available spots were the farthest away.I said my farewells and headed toward my car. Beads of sweat were rolling down my arms, from hairline down the bridge of my nose, even my fingers were dripping with perspiration. As I approached my car, and unlocked the trunk remotely, I decided, rather.