She had short, reddish brown hair, more red than brown, neatly trimmed masculine-style in the back yet thick and bushy in the front. She wasn't a love...ly woman for she had rather stern and angular facial features and she was not wont to smile a lot. I suppose her charm was in her body and the way she presented herself. She was out cold. I stared at her heavy breasts straining through that filmy top and suddenly wondered if I should or not have a go at it. After all---she was completely out of. At one place it touched the skin in the space amid the buttons of her shirt and she unconsciously clenched her stomach in. Peter brought it to rest just below the last fastened button. There he slipped his finger beneath her shirt, Lily still able to feel the slight dampness from the leftover saliva on the finger. It reached her navel, and Peter could not help a deep breath, mesmerized, needing to control himself. He fondled the navel, slipping his finger in the depression. Here he paused to. There are consequences for your actions. Just hope your ready to live with them. I looked at her, still on my knees. Thank you Mistress. Then I leaned forward. Bent my head down and kissed her feet.She walked away and the two other ladies stood on either side of me and lifted me up. Sit down here with us we want to talk with you. So the three of us sat down on the couch and picked up our wine. A toast, to better things to come one of the women said. I sipped my wine and watched as a gag was. She was certain there were no dominant tops in her city, or even a 200 mile radius, that would want anything to do with her, but she was lonely and wanted someone to even just talk to who understood what she was going through. They didn’t exist in the circles she had been hovering in online, so she searched for a new community to explore.That was when she discovered Collarme. The site was cheesy and simple and cluttered as hell, but it seemed to be fairly active. She had never heard of it.