"Something flashed in his eyes, and he made a little smile on his face. She had the sudden image of how he must be thinking about that little trick......what she'd look like with her ankles behind her head... naked, of course. She felt a little disappointment as he opened his mouth. She fully expected him to say how much he'd like to see her do that. She was almost shocked when, instead, he said something completely different."Flexibility is the key to dancing," he said. "Learning the steps is. Her husband knew she was here, although my wife didn’t. For all I knew he might even have been one of the men in the café, something I didn’t think of until later. We had a pretty good time, she had an easy laugh, and we warmed to each other’s company. Finally though, it was time to leave. “It’s after dark, I should be leaving” she said. I allowed that it was time for me to be getting back to the hotel, I had work in the morning. So I offered to walk her to her car. The parking lot wasn’t. You fucking faggot. I was looking forward to nailing a straight boy not a queer. I don't want you to enjoy this. You wore that Collar for a year, that's why. It made you love getting fucked. You're still feeling it. You're lucky you're not wearing thatCollar now. Hell, yeah, you're lucky as fuck! See, I'm not smooth like them other cats. I don't like crackers. I like seeing you bitches suffer. I could really have some fun with you if you had your Collar on. I'd leave your mind intact so it. The bartender shook her head. “Pair of stockings for one, I need something else for the other.” “Your dress, Rache.” I told her. I had to unclip her wrists to get ther dress off, but eventually she was dressed in nothing but leather straps, bra, panties and high heels. I reclipped her hands behind her, wrist to opposite arm, so they nestled together in the small of her back, well above her panties. “I feel so vulnerable and sexy,” she whispered to me as I held her drink to her mouth. She.