Sara was lucky she had been able to snag a seat on the end of the counter and it gave her a good view of the rest of the room. Sara had only moved to ...town a month ago and she came to this bar because it was halfway between her job and her apartment, and made perfect White Russians. She stopped in a few times a week to relax after work. She also stopped in because she wasn't crazy about going home to an empty apartment. Sara hadn't made any good friends yet, and she was lonely.Sara hoped that. ‘Found it.’ she quickly said. ‘Cool, thanks. Next time ask me before you take my shit please?’ Said Hannah as she dropped her towel to put it on. Gina couldn’t help but stare. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ Hannah asked. She caught the staring this time. Gina didn’t know what to do. ‘I don’t know.. You got some really big tits.’ She joked. Hannah smirked. ‘Oh, these?’ She said while raising her shirt for Gina to see. Her breasts looked flawless. Gina blushed. ‘Ha. I knew it.’ Hannah laughed. She. Lost in her thoughts, she never sensed her husband behind her. She reached down and picked up her Jezebel costume, intending to throw it on the fire. A final ritualistic act to rid herself of her whore persona forever. She would become Christian’s dutiful wife and mother to his c***dren yet again. Her vows of monogamy restored and yesterdays’ adventures just a dream. Taking a deep breath she move the clothing towards the flames.“NO!”Leslie spun about when she heard Christian’s booming voice. Animosity, hostility. Everything she had heard made sense but she didn’t like hearing her place was as a slave girl, even in playacting. But what the fuck, she was already excited, the panties were already damp. The thought of flying around the country and meeting rich people. Yes she could cope.“Estelle I am sorry. I accept what you say is right. I will wear the collar.”Estelle leaned over and kissed Sara’s breast, above the bra.Sara looked shocked. “Don’t want to spoil the make up, do.