Maybe she could find a small used cart or wagon at the resale shop to use to carry groceries and laundry. Angela had also noticed buses going up and ...down the road. She made a note to check out the schedule and stops. When winter rolled around, or if it was raining badly, the option to take a bus might be nice even though it wasn’t that far. She would prove to Michael that she was learning; learning to trust and obey him without question; learning to take care of herself and budget her money;. .. you'd like to beg for your collar now? Hmmm wouldyou? Good slaves do get to cum...... would you like to cum?" "... N... No ....", he managed. Trying to gain some composure. "You don't want to cum? What a pity you look so horny", she said runningher hand light over the length of his cock. "N..No ....No... No collar... ". His mind was racing. He wanted, needed more than anything to cum. He gazeddown into the chasm of here breasts wanting to bury his face in them whileshe stroked his dick.. I may not have had the breasts yet but I still felt a little embarrassed.Over the week I frequented the bar at the poolside many times chatting and laughing with David. We would make laddish jokes and I would giggle all the time admiring him discretely while he admired the girls around the pool. On occasion a girl would wander over, sit down and chat with us. David would look her up and down as would I, both of us obviously wanting to be inside that bikini but just in different ways.At night I. Beware!When I was in the Army, back in the early-to-middle 1980's, I was privilrgrd to know and serve under some sergeants who were Viet Nam veterans. One of them used to love to say, "Do you know what the difference between a fairy tale and a war story is? A fairy tale begins with, 'Once upon a time, ...' & a WAR STORY begins with, 'This is NO BULLSHIT, because I was THERE, and I saw this with my OWN fuckin' eyes!' After that, they're both pretty much the same."Well, THIS is no bullshit, I was.