She was about 5'9", with long, straight brown hair, freckles everywhere and a body that models would kill for. She only had on a T-shirt with a bikini... bottom. No bra, no surfer shorts, nothing else on at all. Not that we had ever cared to watch what we wore as k**s, we never had thought about each other as more than brother/sister type friends. But now, watching Kaitlin lean over to fix herself a drink, I found myself thinking of her sexually. Maybe it was Mr. Daniels kicking in, or my breakup. It was rough and thin, just the lightest of barriers between her naked body and the hard cement.Naked?body?Her hands moved from the rough fabric to the slightly cool skin of her thighs, then slid up to her hips and belly, and then on to her bare breasts. From there her hands once again found the metal collar that encircled her throat. She tugged at the unyielding band with one hand, while her other found the chain and pulled. She turned over onto her knees and crawled toward whatever it was. Her cock was about 5 inches long, kind of small, and literally not a hair on her body except for her head. We would fuck, sleep, wake up, start fucking again, shower, order room service, eat, fuck some more, it was nonstop until my buddy called at 4pm and asked if everything was OK. I told him I was fine, and he should not worry. He told me he had me set up with a date that night and I should come home. So, I told my girl (her name was Ice and she kept apologizing for her dark skin as she had. "We only have a small window of time remaining, a few days. Then we'llhave to purge what we have and start over. That will take months, unlessyou can be in Clarksville by Thursday night." My parents weren't going to leave until Friday, the day afterThanksgiving, and we wouldn't get to Clarksville until sometime Saturday.When I told the guy my problem, it was like I could feel him smile overthe phone. "If you could leave today." He said. "You could get toClarksville in plenty of time for us to.