"It is only proper for the master to make a decision like this." That's not a bad idea," I said. Then I glanced at the clock and said, "Shit, I have t...o go! I'll call you later!" Without even waiting for a reply I slammed the phone down, ran to the front door and skidded to a halt on my knees facing the door. I thought I'd be late, but I was actually about three minutes early. I had just gotten my breath back and calmed down when I heard the door open. I kept my eyes on the floor as Jake walked. As she turned for her second lap, I became aware I was not alone. The men from the table next to us were standing silently next to me, watching the lovely sight before them. Of course I did not mind their being there, and even if I had I could not have blamed them for watching. When she got to the other end, she looked back and saw her audience. She then flipped over to swim that half lap on her back, offering a sensuous view of her breasts bobbing with the movement of her body, and her pubic. Why was she even asking me this?"One at a time." Not all three of them?" The way she asked me that question made me feel like I was some kind of a sex fiend. When we did it, it hadn't seemed like it was that much. I knew it wasn't the usual sort of thing. Now, I felt I had already said too much to back away and start trying to lie. It would only confuse things, and make it worse."One at a time. I didn't know there were going to be so many." These girls permitted this, Larry? What kind of girl. I open the box. On top is the diamond studded collar, as promised. Hanging from it was an engraved name tag. Whore, it read. I place it around my neck and close the tiny padlock. As I do so, I realize there are no keys in the box. I'm committed to this collar around my neck, regardless of what happens. A moment of panic grips me. What if You are in a fatal crash coming home from work? How would I explain this collar at the airport? To my coworkers? To my k**s? I hear the reassuring sound of.