It was our personal signal that I felt she needed a session. So at about noon and I went up to her and put the leather collar around her neck. Then sh...e went and put on her special black leather bra and matching panties. I sat in my recliner watching my favorite NFL team winning and I was feeling good. My wife lay on the floor by my feet with her collar and leash around her neck. I said “hey girl go get daddy a beer”. My wife got on all fours for her role as a submissive walking on her hands and. The idea just always left me a little squeamish. I wouldnt even accept blood tests! But now that the blood was here, out and ready, I didnt know if I still wanted to refuse him. He always promised he wouldnt force me to do it. I felt his tongue flick over the cut, and I gasped, noticing the sting for the first time. I didnt even feel the razor cut me. He ran his tongue all over the stained skin, cleaning away the blood, before he targeted the cut again. I felt him flick his tongue over it. He spent several minutes giving my legs a lot of attention slowly moving his way up to my bundled up undies. I spread my legs a little as he worked closer and closer. I knew he wanted more as his 8 inch shaft was now full erect in his sports pants. He worked his way around my pussy not touching it much before he moved up to my now hard nipples as I moaned once or twice more. He gave them a good massage with a little banter from me reminding him not to get carried away. I could tell he was. He attempted to walk over to her chair, but the closer he got, the more she seemed to recede. Hey, wait a minute, wasn’t she….No, no, he must be mistaken, they needed to be all together every Christmas. The man talked to his mother about anything and everything, trying to encapsulate his stretched out existence into bite size pieces. But she appeared not to hear, or possibly had heard it all already? The man started to get the chills, partially from the unheated home, and partially from a.