"Relax" she said, "Mom likes you and that's over half the battle."Marla's mom came back and told us dinner was ready. Her dad joined us at the dinner ...table, but he didn't join in the conversation as Marla and her mom asked me questions about the places I'd seen while in the service. Her dad finished eating and left the table without having said one word.Marla's mom said, "I'll be having a long talk with that man tonight." Just great!" I thought. "He has no use for me as it is for me now and it. They are so shiny. And this satin material is so smooth to touch." She kept caressing my knee with her right hand. I was creeped out at that point and I looked in her direction, but she just kept patting my left leg. . Then i got up to introduce myself , and as she was sitting she placed her right hand on my ass. She just rested her hand on my ass. I sat back in the chair, this ginger midget touchy feely woman got up to introduce herself, she placed her right hand open palm on my left collar. Imagine how dirty you would feel. Don't you love being a slut?" I didn't know what to say. I did love being a slut, but even sleeping with Nick was risking a lot. My job, my reputation, my morals. Sleeping with multiple students though, that could only make matters worse. What if one of them told? What if word got around? If any of these boys were underage, I could go to jail. "They're all 18. Just so you know." He read my mind. "And they really want to fuck you. Can you blame them? I saw you. A slave's master or mistress could customize the neck collar with any one stone celebrating either the submissive's birth month or the month in which she was collared. With that last remark Camille summoned Linda from the rear of the store."Show Master Mark your collar, Linda," Camille ordered her niece, now her submissive/slave. Opening the top buttons of her blouse, Linda approached me. Camille stopped her and corrected her with the words, "How do we properly display merchandise in this shop,.