‘Apart from making some extremely dubious back-handed compliments, my husband is also forgetting his manners. We weren’t introduced.’ She held o...ut her hand. ‘My name is Margaret.’ ‘Pleased to meet you.’ The Chablis arrived to be followed shortly after by their guest. Bernardo Martine was everything a girl could wish for in a man, tall, perfectly groomed, suave, film star good looks and charming. He spoke softly, his English being extremely fluent, with just the faintest hint of an accent. Both. She gave a smile and came near to me. Now distance between two of us was only few inches. I could easily sense she was breathing heavily. Her warm breath was coming to my face. I just bend a little more near to her, “I LOVE YOU, VIBHA” confession words came from my mouth. “Ohhh Pratap, I was dieing to listen these words from you, Kitni der laga di tumne ye bolne me, I love you too jan”. she also bend a little near to me and our lips touched each others for the first time. Ohhhhh my God she was. I then felt the zip being pulleddown and my head was fully encased. The hood had two tubes and in whichshe inserted two red ponytails. I was now feeling totally submissive butinside there was still a sense of panic until she said, "Trust iseverything and my collar will remove any doubts." With that she removed ablack collar from the small bag. It was fitted with a D-ring and had thewords, "Natalya 11" on the front. She moved forward, placed it around myneck and then closed it. At that moment. I had in my goody bag of torture instruments, one of the little electric electronic soldering irons, the kind for repairing circuit boards. It had a fine flat tip like a small screw driver. It seemed her seepage was diminishing and I just might be able to cauterize her without crisping all the surrounding clit. That way she'd still have spongy meat with lots of functioning blood vessels for me to abuse and I really wanted to see it she could still engorge. If she'd fill up on both sides.