She told me I was to stand like that for fifteen minutes and think about my failure today. I did as I was told. It embarrassed me some to be standin...g exposed like that, but for some reason, it seemed the right and proper thing to be happening. She moved from the chair and went to her desk for the fifteen minutes, working at her computer and glancing at me from time to time.I just thought about missing my deadline, and what problems I have caused because of it. I got sadder and sadder. . ‘Yah … I haven’t heard a thing. Is there a problem?’ I asked. ‘No … I never filed. I just never got around to it. I’m not sure why.’ she confessed. She looked like she might start to cry and I didn’t want that. I waited for her to continue. She must have had a reason. Finally she looked up and tried to explain. ‘I got to thinking. We had all those years and they weren’t all bad years and …’ she began to cry. Her shoulders shook and her hands covered her eyes and I felt very sad all of a. Pulling away Wendy raised herself onto her knees positioning herself to the side of Sam's hips."Your turn now," she stated, looking down into Sam's eyes smiling.As Wendy leaned forward, taking Sam's cock in her hand, Sam raised his arm above his head, slightly spreading his legs at the same time. Wendy started to slowly stroke his cock studying Sam's face, enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. She leaned forward, placing her tongue to the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum already there.. So, nothing unusual about that! She got me a little drunk and had a ball. I did too when we got home giggling and super-aroused to fuck ourselves senseless into the small hours. Oh, you’re wondering about the collar? For outdoor use that evening it was a long silver chain which went tight around my neck, through itself then down between my breasts over my tummy and was secured on my pussy with a clamp. ‘Not slavery,’ she had said, ‘but the chains of love.’ And so they were and so they remain..