.someone else. And she wasterrifying to him.He trembled remembering the way her body felt, the way he was lost inthe way she moved around him the way ...he lost track to where he stoppedand she began.These weren't metaphors.He could feel his body reacting to the memories bubbling around in hismind as he thought about her, his cock swelling and pushing against hispants.He was She.-He remembered when he placed the collar on his neck the first time, arandom compulsion as he felt the soft material. Your homemade comedy ended with a loud phone ring. You quickly run to the phone to pick it up."Who's this? Do you know what time it is?" you yelled."Brad, it's me. Look, I'm sorry to wake you up this late but the rain is too heavy and I can't get a cab home" a familiar voice answers.You readily recognized the sweet voice of your girl Rachel."Rachel? Where are you now, I'll come to get you." Bliss Bar. I'm at the main entrance." Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes."You grab your raincoat, an. He grinned and shoved the damp red panties I was wearing this afternoon into my mouth.I was shocked. But before I could react he straddled me and sat on my stomach. He quickly pulled up the ropes he had fastened to my headboard and secured my arms over my head. I didn’t struggle. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was doing this for me, not to me.I watched as he stood up and went to the foot of my bed. He pulled the covers off the bed and grabbed my ankles.. What he didn't understand was why Pam hung out with her. Everyone in school knew Debbie Holtz was just a slut. Pam wasn't a slut. She should hang out with someone nice, someone like herself. He slammed the dresser shut. Where the hell were his good jeans?Mom called from downstairs. Ethan went to the head of the stairs and leaned on the railing, staying out of view of Pam's room."Yeah?" he said.Mom held up his jeans. "Come down here, please."Ethan plodded down the stairs."You found my jeans?" he.