Not being a caring guy, Barny just fucked her arse like a steam train, ignoring the flowing blood on his dick, her pleas and then threats to dismember... him, for a good ten minutes, until he finally squirted his cum inside her bowels. “Bastard!” she screeched. Only one problem with that – his cock was still up her arse! “Well Fuck you bitch,” he said, and began to fuck her again with his now hardening cock, lubricated by his cum and her blood.“I’m sorry . . . really . . . leave me alone now. In fact, my husband here will pay you for whatever the fare is. I just admire how hard working most cab drivers are, and I want to do a little something to brighten your day, and my husband enjoys watching me with other men. So will you please let me suck you off?"Well, the glow on his face was like a k** on Christmas morning! He exclaimed, "Oh yes, I would love that. My wife died six years ago, and I have not been with a woman since then. I've thought about going to a massage parlour or. You’re my property. A collar is a symbol of that ownership. When I place it on your neck, I am asserting my ownership over you, claiming you as mine. You will wear it to show your acknowledgement of that ownership and that you agree to be mine. I can also take it away from you. This is a bad thing. By taking it away, I am saying that you are no longer mine. You don’t want that ever,”Think on this she asked, “So if you take it away, then we are finished forever.”“Not always, I can take it away. Lynn and I never made love again, but we're good friends. She lives in another town now, married with four kids. We talk on the telephone several times a year and visit each other whenever we can.As I sat on the couch looking at my husband, I wondered how much to tell him. Should I tell him about Lynn's gangbang? More importantly, should I tell him that the guy who was fucking her in the pussy while the black football player fucked her in the ass was named Tom, and he looked a lot like Tom.