"Lovely. Now, what can I do for you?" You buy and sell collars, don't you?" Sam Weller, licensed broker and auctioneer, if that's what you mean." All ...right, Mr. Weller. How much would I get for her?"He frowned. "Hah, another one. You young men have a go at polishing up some untamed bit of flesh, think you've turned it into something special, and then try and make a turn on it. Sorry, but it hardly ever works."He leaned over the counter to give me the benefit of his wisdom. "The trouble is, you. I broke the silence and asked her how was she there? she said she was not feeling good and also my gf said to come there and stay whenever she can and gave her the key and that’s how she could come in.Then I said her its raining heavy and I will leave as it stops raining or slows a bit as I also got wet while coming back from the airport. She said she tried to come but due to rain she got struck otherwise she would have k joined me while dropping my gf. I said its fine. she said do you always. "Hi mom ... did you have a nice time?"She nodded and then went straight to the frig to get the mango juice to pour herself a nice glass of it. As she sipped it, I didn't look at her."So how was your night?"I didn't know how to answer that, not right away. Images flashed in my head of how I'd spent it and my body still felt sore, my muscles tight and I knew I'd be spending some time in the spa later on. Anything to loosen them up because I knew I had made plans to go with Sheila to the jazz club. Never did she stop the minstrations with her tender hands, even when flinching from each thick shot of rainbow splattering her delicate skin. As the last few drops dribbled from the horn, she collapsed backwards at the height of her seemingly unending multiple orgasms. She scooped up the fluid running down her cleavage and lewdly rubbed it into her breasts, moaning and whimpering beyond control. An even bigger glob of rainbow was collected from her cheek and she pushed it, along with her.