" Penny obeyed.When she looked up she saw that Mistress was now holding something in her hands. When she offered it to Penny's gaze, Penny realized wh...at it was: a collar! Was she about to become a slave, like Sandy? Was that what she wanted? Penny's mind began to race as she tried to sort out the complicated feelings that began swirling in her brain.Mistress broke her concentration."This is a slave collar. If I deem you worthy of it, and if you accept it, it will be a symbol of your slavery to. Thank God, it was going to be a private, invitationonly affair. The Donaldson's were regular army to the core and then some. They wererich too. Pictures of Donaldson's killed in combat lined the grand staircaseof the family mansion. British bayonets had gutted a Uriah Donaldson at BunkerHill. Major Clement Donaldson had ended his days at Chickamauga, supposedlystanding beside General Thomas, the Rock of Chickamauga until a mini-ball tookoff part of his skull. Two Donaldsons gave their all. I was in control. She looked so sexy with her hair bunched up and the tight thong framing her perfect ass. My thick cock nestled into her ass as I caressed her entire body. I pulled back the cotton material and inserted my penis underneath the thong. The warmth of her body increased my erection while I gently pumped into her silky soft flesh. I heard Jane’s breathing rise and fall with her body and saw her relax under my touch. I leaned in and kissed her neck and shoulders. My lips went right. " I told her, "I felt like we did." Then I continued, " I saw the way you were with Paul. I'm glad you could finally get someone that made you feel like that sexually." "Me too," she said dreamily. Then she said, "I think this is good for both of us. We both need to explore our relationships with these men. But it's nice that we have each other as a base." "In the meantime," my wife said coyly, "why don't you crawl over here and suck on my finger the way you sucked on Scott's cock?" I did as I.