When I had as much in as I could take, I started to slowly fuck myself with it. “That’s really nice,” he commented without looking away, “but ...why don’t you do it harder?” I started to fuck myself harder and harder, watching his eyes follow the handle in and out of me. He began to stroke his entire shaft for me, matching my thrusts with the flashlight. “You like fucking yourself for me, don’t you?” he asked. “I know you’re wishing it was me in there, fucking that wet slit of yours.” I pulled the. I was thankful when I got to the other side of the door. It was warmer. However, I was also closer to actually doing things with Shanda. Though, I supposed, itd also be over faster. I got to the front door. All my stuff was gone. I was now trapped. Or, more accurately, I was deeper in the trap. In its place was a leather strap with metal things on one end. It was a black, leather collar with the word bitch in pink letters on the front. Attached to it was another note. Bitch, Put this on. It has. My heart started to beat harder and the thought of seeing her up close in that bikini was exciting me i slowly walked in to see her sitting on her bed with a towel covering her body, her hair was wet and her shoulders glistened in the light, we got chatting about the probs she was having and asked if i had skype incase she had any more probs she could just chat to me, i said sure why don't ya have my mobile number to incase u cant get on the internet, she said hey that's a great idea, we got. Dawny wondered if they would even be slept in..The door opened and Dawny turned on her heels…Al was standing there with a big smile…both of them were nervous on their first meet, Dawny approached Al and kissed him straight on the lips…He was taller than she expected, his face was just like his profile pictures, handsome and clean with a glint of danger about him, They held each other for a minute before reading each others thoughts…they went to the lounge area to have a cheeky pick me up…The.