I also could see her hand disappearing in the waist of her frumpy skirt. She was swaying so she could get a different view between the different slats... I grabbed my balls and squeezed them softly. I returned to my long slow strokes. I saw her close her eyes and lean her head back. I knew it was my chance to catch her unawares. I jumped up quickly but quietly and ran to the fence. My neighbor and I had made a secret gate connecting the backyards and I eased it open and crept up to her. She was. My mom came and picked me up and drove me home. I could hardly talk to her on the way home, overwhelmed just not knowing where to start or what to say. When we got home I headed up to my room and tried to call Elizabeth again but she didnt answer. I wanted to leave her a message but I didnt know what to say so I just hung up the phone. For everything I didnt feel with sex that morning, I was feeling it all now, every movement, every moment, feeling like a slut and a whore it all came rushing. He reached down and grabbed my hair. Looking straight at the camera, he pulled my head up and asked Master L, “Do you recognize her?” He held up the collar, “Do you recognize this? You never collared or claimed her, I have and I’ll enjoy owning her. You lose, poser.”Master K turned off the cam and then sent the video to Master L before turning back to me. “Now I will see just how good a slave you are, and make you completely mine.” With that, he collared me with my own collar, released my. Frankie walked into the bedroom and removing her lace robe Chris was suddenly transfixed by what he saw in front of him, he didn’t like the heavy make up or the bright red lips, but what that bodice was doing for her tits he couldn’t describe as they spilled out of the top, he looked at the lace thinking at any minute it must snap.Chris walked towards her and Frankie pushed him away “strip bastard” she demanded “don’t look at me, you are going to pleasure me like you have never pleasured a.