Sarita wiggled her ass and moaned. I said you like that Gorgeous. I did not hear anything. Then I heard another moan. Then I started squeezing her ass... , my thumbs were close to her ass hole. I heard more moans. Once again I said you like that Gorgeous. Sarita then said yes. I said I told you it would feel good. Yes it is nice. Then my fingers got really close to Sarita’s ass hole. Her ass cheeks closed then opened back up again. When that happened I heard her say Ralph. I said I’m sorry ,. . She won't lose control."I agreed with that. Definitely, these women both knew about control.We arrived at the house, and I pulled the car into the driveway and the tires made that poofing, squelching sound of crisp, very cold, new snow. I turned off the engine, but turned to Lissa before starting to get out. "Thank you," I said, almost a whisper."For what?" she asked."For not hating me," I explained."No, I could never hate you, uncle Jason. But you OWE ME big-time." She laughed, very. I tried toresist the first few days but the shock collar kept me in line. I soonfound ways to avoid the worst of it. Such as when I was called upon, Iwould be as seductive as possible and lure them into a blowjob. If Icould keep them pleased with my mouth it saved my arse a pounding. Itdidn't always work and I never truly got used to being penetrated.At least I was between jobs though. They were both out during the daywith work themselves so I didn't have to worry about them then. Clarekept me. A jeweled pendant nestled between her breasts and I kept watching it move within her cleavage as we ate our supper.I'm probably a pretty typical male of age fifteen. The expanse of open cleavage was making its presence felt right where one might expect and this was giving me erotic, yet very uncomfortable, thoughts and feelings. It was somewhat unsettling.As I had my dessert, she asked me, "Are you all right, Howard?" as she followed my eyes down to her pendant cradled between her ample breasts.