When I first met Roger, my husband had been dead for well over a year. I missed him terribly, and I guess I ... needed someone. Well, no guessing abou...t it. I really did need someone.”“You were still a young woman.”“Not really. I was already in my forties when my husband died. And at that time, I think that I anticipated probably spending the remainder of my life alone. When Roger Farnsworth came along, I surprised myself, somewhat, with my ... my neediness.”“Understandable,” I said.“It wasn’t. Or at least, I told myself I was confused."Master. You will always address me as such. Just as I will always address you as slut. Unless you are deserving of worse names?" The questioning manner of that last kept me from speaking out again. I finished buckling the collar in place.I stood, quietly and waited. I didn't have long to wait before you gave me my first order of the day. "Kneel, slut. This man wants a blow job." I looked up at you, shocked.The man stood there, listening and watching. When I calmed down again Helena went on. "We're not finished yet. I took the liberty to modify your feet somewhat. As a consequence of this I doubt you'll ever have a comfortable walk in sneakers again, I'm afraid. See, I shortened some tendons down there, and as a result you'll have to make your errants in 5 inch high heels only. Everything else would be far less comfortable, maybe even painful. I doubt it will be fun to be in 5 inch high heels all the day but that's how it is from now on.". She and Veronica decided to have a couple of beers and wait for the moment to come. Jenny wasn't at all used to drinking and was immediately feeling a little buzzed and more daring. 'Who knows,' she thought, 'maybe I just might find out what all this blowjob thing is about.' It was then that Veronica called Jenny over to where she was speaking to two of Michael's friends, Robert and James. Without Michael there she realized that they too were quite good looking with strong muscular bodies to.