She also decided that she could do without the pain of waxing her armpits that night and made a mental note to wear something with sleeves the next da...y. When the water was getting cold and her skin was starting to wrinkle like a prune she stepped out of the bath, patted herself dry then made her way to the kitchen for a glass of wine and sat to watch the late news. Before long she was tucked up in bed fast asleep, until a thunderstorm started and Ally?s little face appeared in the semi. You know our pod. Cheer-up. Three cheerleaders with a brother and sister who would fuck them all. Being split away from the pod, Leslie lost her cheer. She’s depressed and has been for months. And now she’s mad at me for volunteering to work beside her. The best friend she’d made out here committed suicide just before I got here. Leslie was on the brink.”“Suicide? Over the job?”“It’s depressing, Jacob. There are people out here who would have ended up in a job like this one way or another. Except for a few moans and groans uttered almost in a whisper we enjoyed what we were doing. Then at almost the same instant we knew we needed to satisy each other more. Harder and faster our bodies collided until we both exploded. I have had more than my share of orgasms but having one with Stan seemed to be more erotic and exciting. A feeling of relief came over both of us. Not just from sexual standpoint but cementing the beginning of a relationship. It felt like we had been together longer. "This is a collar," he said. "I want to put it on you while you're here. It won't restrict your breathing but I 'm going to use it to make you follow me." He showed me a metal ring that very much resembled something a leash would attach to. It was a uniquely arousing and helpless experience to have him fasten a collar around my neck while my hands were bound. The only thing that kept me from outright panic was the belief that he would stop if I used his first name and asked him to. Then, he.