After making good my lipstick we setoff again."Just talk to me will you. There's something wrong with it and I don'tknow what it is"I carried on talki...ng and he listened. I was talking rubbish becausevery quickly I ran out of conversation."Your voice sounds OK but there is just something wrong." I'm not trying to talk like a woman and I am not trying to talk with ahigh pitch, because I don't think ladies talk like that" You're right, but there is something. Ladies talk a lot more. They usemore. Margaret stood behind me, her nipples lightly, intimately, brushing my bare back, making me gasp as she fitted the lock to the collar. I heard the tiny metallic 'snick' of the key turning, and I moaned softly as the full import sank in. I had already learned how to submit to my Mistress, but now I surrendered completely. This was how I thought religious converts must feel when receiving God, like a divine freedom within voluntary captivity.I waited. Margaret was in front of me now, threading. He wasn’t lying to her when he told her that he still loved her. One of the reasons he broke it off was because of her ex. the fact that she was living with him while they were dating ate away at him. He was always wondering what they were doing and if she was being faithful, but he never questioned her about it. He was too proud. Leaning towards her, he hoped she wouldn’t reject him. He craved that one kiss more than anything. She watched as he made his move. She didn’t resist or back away. ”“It isn’t my body, silly. My mind is the horny part and you are doing a hell of a job teasing it. Take me.”She rose up and her hand pointed my almost painfully hard organ towards her love-opening. I watched as she skillfully descended to pop the head in and then take deeper and deeper drops on it. Damn it felt good! Could I hold out, having not felt a pussy in a long time?Once our pubes meshed she stopped the up-and-down and moved in other directions that weren’t quite so ejaculation-inducing..