Man or woman, nobody wearing a collar could undo the catch. Why this was so? Who the hell knows. Best guess was that whoever designed them wanted to m...ake women just that little bit more dependent. Who’d do that? The same sort of person who, given this sort of power, would use it to make some weird fetish collar.“So much for a quiet walk in the park,” he muttered, immediately starting for his car.In theory, any guy would do, so long as they weren’t wearing a collar. There were any number of men. There were four of us: Alice, Dan, his girlfriend Lucy and I. We finished the drinks and returned to dancing again. The next slow dance Alice and I danced together. She put her head on my shoulder. I was kissing her neck, her ear and then her lips. She was pushing her tongue into my mouth. We were kissing and paid no attention to others. Her lips were caressing me. I suggested her going to my bedroom. She took my hand and pulled me there. In the room I pressed her to the wall and began kissing. “Actually,” She said kneeling in front of me, “it’s not fair if only one of us finishes, now is it?” I supposed wrong.She immediately took my entire length in her mouth. No gagging or stopping partway whatsoever, she was determined. I had been close before we were interrupted, and she seemed driven to get me to the tipping point.I didn’t take long, her lips rapidly glided over my cock, putting pressure in all the right places to build my orgasm. I tried to warm her as best I could, but before I. Feigning innocence she pressed him about his actions.'What's your concern Seb? I do wish you'd let me know what's bothering you. Do you have a wife I don't know about?' Monroe forced a sheepish smile as he followed her up to the door.'Oh it's nothing, and no, I don't need a wife, I like women as and when I please.' He put the key to the door and as he opened it, his black housekeeper greeted them. He said nothing to her, simply throwing his coat at the curvaceous and attractive woman; she was.