"Tabitha! You look like you've seen a ghost."I almost flinch out of my shoes, but it's only Tony - thin, stooped,creased, old. My boss."You okay?" Con...ern narrows his eyes as he sits stiffly beside me.I try another smile, it feels false. "Miles away, sorry. Thought I sawsomebody I knew. From ages ago." The words come in a rush, falling overeach other; as though I had to explain myself to him."Are you ready? The taxi's outside."Another nod. I need a moment, but a moment can't be had. This. I had slowly eased her into this and knew she would be able to handle these open and revealing bras and thongs. But the nipple clamps would be a bigger challenge for her.She was looking at the nipple clamps and gulped. Her nipples were already reacting to them. I could see they were getting erect through her shirt and leaked milk.I then said, "If you want to be mine then you need to wear this collar to show your submission. Your tits and milk are now mine. You are not allowed to touch them. When he got here I told him my husband had to work a second shift and wouldn't be home until late. I wore a nice house dress that buttoned in the front and was low cut so quite a bit of my tits could be seen and it is short enough and tight enough to show my legs and ass well. Red snakeskin heels and thigh high hose finished my outfit. I wanted to look sexy without overdoing it too much. Hubby said I looked hot, good enough to eat, and he left me to my fun. I hoped. The meal went fine with. Morgan let out a scream as he twisted her tiny tits. “Fuck Her. Fuck Her. Fuck her.” The me watching were yelling. Mario reached in a drawer and pulled out a bottle of jell. He coated the fingers on his right hand and held it up for his crew. Morgan cried out as Mario picked her up putting her kneeling on the table, ass up, head down. He pulled off her her tiny shorts and thong underwear.. “Bob grab one leg” Mario grabbed the other leg and we spread her wide open. Her cunt and ass.