You don’t realise just what you’re saying yet.”She kissed me and then lowered herself to her knees. He fingers were quickly busy unfastening my ...trousers. As she tugged them down my mind flashed back to last week. We had some new stock of collars in and she helped me unpack and check them. She had picked up a black leather studded one and asked if she could try it on so I took it from her and fastened it around her throat.She looked good in it. It suited her. She looked the part, even bowing her. The hours dragged by slowly as time always does when you're waiting for something to happen. The clock showed 4:00 PM, and my wife had still not called. I waited another half hour and then headed for home.The drive home usually takes 20 minutes. This time I made the trip in just under 15 minutes. Once there, I was uncertain as to what to do. I just hadn't thought all this out clearly. The last thing I wanted to do was rush in and find my wife being fucked. That would be embarrassing for. I was naked livestock starting a new day, a new job, not just a furnace man. I stood up and felt rather strange, reminisces of the old dairy days.I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and truly I was the image of myself at 18 years old although appearing a bit older. I was bald with the ID tattoo on my head. I had that hot burn brand reddish emblazoned on my left butt cheek. I had a huge penis that quivered on the verge of arousing stiff. I was generally bigger, taller. I wanted. This fantasy was haunting me so much. I began to scoreless in my college and I was more and more in need of her body. I always had a chance to see her cleavage whenever she cleaned our house.My dad is useless (as my mom told me later).He is always on business tours and he never satisfied my angel mom (this was another plus for me!) When my scores became more and more less my mom god worried and she asked me what is happening to you my son? Why are your marks going down? I thought I would say.